Текст песни Karmanjaka (Purple Hill Witch) с переводом

Through the Karmafalls, across deserted planes

Tengil rides through on his mighty black horse

Through the gates of her dark black cave, she spreads her fire and terror

Tengil sits silent, grasping his horn

Within his hand, her horror awaits

He only needs to point his finger — and darkness will follow

Whispering silent, her minions tremble

Tengil’s helm is red as blood

She waits in eager to hear the horn

Katla’s fire will soon spread

Awaiting her, nightmares of Tengil

They live in fear under Tengil’s wrath

Now the fires are unleashed — all will die under Tengil’s hand

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