Weljar - Gon

Tłumaczenie:

Bow down to the defenders of our lands,
Now they are laid there,
Bow down to those taken in the dark night,
To the fathers whom Wild Hunt has drive out to the wilderness,
The retinue of the dead ages ago,
In eternity the chase for bones runs.


Silence
There is the silence, and frost
Summer night
Shrouded in wakefulness, and frost
It goes out soon
Dormant firefly, and frost
Came the dusk
The room eclipsed, and frost
Frights
and the flowing blood.
Scream and laugh,
in dancing frolics.
Order to hurtle,
seize the weapons.
Order 'death!'
ice and frost.

No words or force to rescue,
No moments, but the time to farewell childs,
Happiness folded under the shrouds,
Life without the fear of dying.