Another One Falls Asleep

Red sparks fill the sky
And they fall to the earth on fire
The bright stars fade away
And the moon is turning to red
The dark woods of the valley
Whisper stories of an old witch
Living on the great hill
Covered with ice and snow
The strongest soul above them all
Start to sing the poem of force
To beat the evil, to beat the night
The troll drum from the dawn of time
Build by a shaman from the northlands
Breaks the eternal chains of sleep
The old witch hears the silence
She sees the village enchanted
By the power of her magic
Gathered from the mists of the dark
The everlasting winter is
Draining the power of the people
She feels it in her veins…
And another one falls asleep
«My holy ancestors, hear my voice
Bless this final fight
Raise this verse to the secret place
Where dead birds fly»
I can feel my ancestors to join me and my soul
I feel their power inside me
I can hear the rhythm of my troll drum
And how it shakes the earth
I can see the sun rise after all these years
The golden sun rays
And the spell is starting to fade away…
To fade away…
So fell the black witch
And she froze to ice forever
So came the mighty wind
And blew to the dark red sky
Remains of the evil
Were spread by the north wind
And they formed into bright northern lights
The strongest soul above them all
Started to sing the poem of force
To beat the evil, to beat the night
The troll drum from the dawn of time
Build by a shaman from the northlands
Broke the eternal chains of sleep