...Of Rotten Water

Give me to drink sip of rotten water,
To quench my steed thirst, to grate the host,
By the Thorns – A Flashes of Faith –
Give me the Strength from Thy Roots Might

By the toxic weeds, venom of swamps,
By decrepit crust be my beloved

By the pine pitch, oaken strength,
By the rattle of cliffs...

By the black rivers, dark waters
It float, it flow – a drowned dead moon.

By the silent steps, long painful years
My beloved Death coming closer to me.

Fly away with dust, greet me with Grimness
Roaming crutchstick, grant them path astray, by the will-o'-the-wisp
Lead them to rot in dark thickets of wood...

By the dead woods, by the grey moss
Soil brings me far, though where I'll be buried?
By the flames, Pleiades stars, bleak clouds,
By the mountains, sanctuaries hide me from all.
Bring me, bring forth, my furious blood,
Reap my loyalty from dew till dew.
Ye Wind, scatter ashes of me by the forests and steppes,
Dwell with my heart, sleep through eternity...