Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ophthalamia / The Eternal Walk, Pt III , by - Ophthalamia. Song from the album Via Dolorosa, in the genre Release date: 05.01.1995
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: Swedish
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ophthalamia / The Eternal Walk, Pt III , by - Ophthalamia. Song from the album Via Dolorosa, in the genre 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 |