Lyrics of Ophthalamia / The Eternal Walk, Pt III - Ophthalamia

Ophthalamia / The Eternal Walk, Pt III (original)

Lingt, lingt nere I bergets svarta djupa salar
Der de morka skuggorna tysta smyger och vesande talar
Der trollmor slickar sina blodiga h+nder
Der I vattnet han ventar som en tuva med ogon som brender
Du hans krafter ej beger kenner;
synd or skam
For nu kryper den gri doden ur sitt gomstelle fram
I vattnet si svart han som ett dott tred flyter
Han fram ur sin hila endast kommer n+r dagen tryter
Var forsiktig du vandrare
for linga knotiga fingrar dig annars tar
I den porlande b+cken han som nattens kung far
Ett litet steg fel och du hos Gri doden hammar
Med d-dens grepp han dig mer en gerna omfammar
O+ndliga skogar I morkret sig sprida
I Ophthalamias Satans natt du skall lida
Dunkla skuggor treden over dig kastar
Bli ej forford av nattens onda gastar
Efter denna natt solen for digej lysa mer
Han skall dra dig I det bottenlosa djupet ner
Natten bloder svart mine dess oga er
Lingt bort I fjerran och her dig alldeles ner
Viskande, vesande, manande han dig befalla
Lengre och lengre ut I natten den kalla
Noglur bitir rifa dig sundur, poka grar pig vil faxma
Augu leita, nefi vixra,
bixdu fyrir lifnu xinu, xig hlifa hann ekki
Gi vidare och lyssna icke till de dodas drenkta grit
Ingen klara sig ur Gri doden grepp si vit
Svarta djevlarde skratta I natten
De leva som han I detta onda doda vatten
Med sitt linga toviga hir han dig kommer att strypa
Infor denna urminnes skepnad in skall komma att krypa
Akta sig noga for denna gri satan, for dig han vill ha
Om onda ogon du I morkret ser,
vend annars dig han skall ta
Tre minar roat hans dystra dodslek nakttar
Han mingen ging verre er,
en dolken som I dit hjerta skar
Om din vandring du vill fortsetta lysna di till mitt ord
Fortsiktig genom skogen dig ta, leta sedan efter din hjord
Fjallin hi ber vix himmin svartur dalur djupir augna yndi
er xax sem fagur er enir gildra er, svo varaxu xig einir
dokkur myrkrix skuggi reisa sig yfir heiminn

(translation)

Long, far down In the mountain's black deep halls
Where the dark shadows quietly sneak and hiss speak
Where witches lick their bloody hands
There In the water he waits like a tuft with eyes burning
Thou knowest not the powers of his cup;
sin or shame
For now the gray death crawls out of its mouthpiece
In the water he says black as a dot tree floats
He emerges from his hila only when the day is over
Be careful you hikers
for linga gnarled fingers you otherwise take
In the rippling b + cken he as the king of the night father
A small step wrong and you at Gri doden hammer
With d-dens grip he he more than gladly embraces you
Endless forests In the darkness spread
In Ophthalamia's night of Satan you will suffer
Dark shadows cast the step above you
Do not be preoccupied with the evil guests of the night
After this night the sun for digej shine more
He will pull you into the bottomless pit
The night bleeds black mine its oga is
Far away In the distance and here you are right down
Whispering, hissing, he urges you to command
Farther and farther out into the night the cold
A few bites tear you apart, a bag of gray pig wants to fax you
Eyes search, nose vixra,
bixdu for the living xinu, xig not spare him
Pass on and do not listen to the drowning grit of the dead
No one escaped Gri's death grip white
Black devils laugh at night
They live as he In this evil dead water
With his slightly tufted hair, he will strangle you
In front of this primeval figure will creep in
Beware of this gri satan, for you he wants
About the evil eyes you see in the dark,
otherwise turn to him he shall take
Three miners roared his gloomy death game nights
He mingen went worse is,
a dagger that you cut into your heart
If your hiking you want to continue listen to my word
Carefully through the woods you take, then look for your herd
The mountain hi bears vix the sky black valley deep eyes delight
is xax as beautiful is no trap is, so varaxu xig only
dock myrkrix shadow rise above the world