Nokturnal Mortum - The Knots Upon The Thread Of Fate Lyrics

A groan of dark wood throughout my daring soul
Rides like a wild hunt and falls like mountain stream of thoughts
A gloom that stole the soil emorisoned buried land inside itself
Strangled in embrace of dusk without fresher gulp of life
Its palms upon the tremor of the rind without a vile call of weakness and pain
The better taste of blood and chill of death, the proud songs of wind
Branches the lands of dead they seize its lead with fears
Deah is not dreadful while you are young
Or when being old you want to pass away
Still his lands reak out for the stars searching for the Thread of Skjuld
Be you the winged one your fate is not to for rot in grave
But he spits poison afraid of his own shadow
Sign of Enuy is a true stigma of egoism
Always drunk of false optimism
Death and vice its lesson it missed
A call of madness a heap of misunderstandings
Its morals and principle are left to rot in dirt
One gathers mud he's living fast
Smashing hands to blood from the senceless spite
One stakes himself and throws a coin
While staring at the gun one looks into her eyes
One finds defence beneath worm's ominous star
He feeds its blood to parasite poisoned buried in the dust of time
And wind still howls against this silence he steals the weerings from the ancient woods
When Lady Sorrow kiss the graveyards, she feeds the burial beast with the wine of blood
And the devil still laughs and hisses greedy breaks his fangs in the malicious grins
Replacing with daydreams the likeness of life for creature that feeds upon the lifes
While someone is fighting the other is just spitting there are also the ones laughing at them both
One losts himself in the search for passion another one shall bury his love in crypts of inmost fears
Death with a Scythe would banish hope rip open a rotten soul with storms
A desert demon shall die by drops of rain and feed the lost soul with its poisoned blood

[Russian translation:]

Íèòè Ñóäüáîíîñíîé Ñóäüáû

Ëåñà òåìíîãî ñòîí
Ñêâîçü äåðçêóþ äóøó ìîþ
Ñòàåé äèêîé, ëèõîé, óäàëîé
Ñëîâíî äóì ãîðíûé ïîòîê
Ìðàê, ÷òî çåìëþ óêðàë,
Ñõîðîíèë, çàòî÷èë

 îáúÿòèÿõ ñâîèõ çàäóøèë,
Íå åé äàë æèçíè ãëîòîê,
Ëàäîíü è òðåïåò êîðû
Áîëè, ñëàáîñòè ìåðçêèé çîâ
Êðîâè ãîðå÷ü è ñìåðòè õîëîä,
Âåòðà ãîðíûé ïîðûâ

Âåòâè-ðóêè óìåðøèõ
 ãîëîâó ñòðàõîì âöåïèëèñü
Ñìåðòü íå ñòðàøíà, ïîêà òû ìîëîä
Èëü ñòàðöåì, êîãäà îæèäàåøü ïîðû

Íî ê çâåçäàì òÿíóòñÿ ðóêè,
Èùà ñóäüáîíîñíóþ íèòü
Ïóñòü íîãè ñòîÿò â ìîãèëå,
Êðûëàòîìó â íåé íå ãíèòü.

ßäîì ïëþÿñü, ñâîåé òåíè áîÿñü,
Çàâèñòè çíàê, êëåéìî ýãîèçìà,
Ñìåðòü è ïîðîê, íå ïîíÿò óðîê
Êàê âñåãäà ïîëîí ëæå-îïòèìèçìà

Ìàðàçìà çîâ, íåïîíèìàíèÿ âîç
Ìîðàëü è ïðèíöèï òîíåò êàê íàâîç
ÃПçü ñîáèðàÿ, æèçíü ïðîæèãàÿ,
Ðóêè îò çëîáû â êðîâü ðàñøèáàÿ

Êòî-òî áðîñèë ìîíåòó,
Èãðàÿ íà ñåáÿ ñàìîãî
Èçó÷àÿ ñòâîë ïèñòîëåòà,
Îí ñìîòðèò â å¸ ëèöî.

Êòî-òî íàøåë çàùèòó ó ÷åðâÿ
Ïîä àë÷íîé çâåçäîé ðîêîâîé
Êðîâü äëÿ ïèùè îòäàë ïàðàçèòó,
Îòðàâëåí, ñõîðîíåí â ãПçè âåêîâîé.

À âåòåð âñå âîåò, ñ òèøèíîé âîþÿ
Îí ïëà÷ îòíèìàåò ó äðåâíåãî ëåñà
Ñêîðáü õîäèò êðóãîì ìîãèëû öåëóÿ
Âèíîì-êðîâüþ ïîèò ïîõîðîíåííîãî áåñà

À îí âñå àë÷íî õîõî÷åò,
Øèïèò îò çëîáû, ëîìàÿ ñâîè êëûêè
Ñíîì çàòåìíÿåò ïîäîáèå æèçíè òâàðå
×òî ëîæüþ êîðìèëè ñ ðóêè
Îäèí äåðåòñÿ, à äðóãîé ïëþåòñÿ,
Åñòü è òå, êòî íàä íèìè ñìååòñÿ
Òîò èùåò ñòðàñòü, òåПÿ ñåáÿ,
À ýòîò â ñòðàõå ñõîðîíèò ëþáÿ,

Ñìåðòüþ ñ êîñîé íàäåæäó ãîíÿ,
Ñìåð÷åì âñïîðîòü ïðîòóõøóþ òóøó
Ïóñòûííûé äåìîí óìðåò îò äîæäÿ,
Êðîâüþ îòðàâëåííîé íàïîè äóøó.