Палэсмуртова пажить (Palesmurtian Pasture) (feat. Vranac) Lyrics

Is it a scream from the field, or is it the wind dartling amid fir trees with mournful howls or are those yells of the one who came for us from the thicket At the edge of the woods where time-worn roots are entangled with the meadow grass I am making a protective sign in dismay, praying to gods

"Oh Inmar, protect my home against evil spirits and horrible disasters Protect the people against those who come in the night, from evil sorcery Until the cold days when the first leaf falls onto the empty field Protect us all from him who wanders in the moonlight"

A shepherd girl will perish in the woods, a scream will rise up over the Palesmurthian Pasture in the sunlight There's a child's dead body in the ravine, and sorrow will fill the Palesmurthian Pasture in the sunlight

I came at the call through the shady wood past the moss-grown oak tree Going round the hollows filled with stale water where the soil was so black And froze on the spot in the clearing's middle after finding the source of that demonish sound There was a halved spirit sitting on the top of a tree stub

"Go, go away, evil one, away from our villages May your footprints fade all away Give us back those people who have perished in the thicket Before the winter's cold winds"

One half's pale body was gaping with its wide-open maw with the other one invisible to the human eye from its feet to the forehead The body kept changing, now short and then towering above the fir tree's top Protecting the centuries-old forest against the evil concealed under the shade of the valley from the earliest times

"Oh rowan tree, hide me away from the evil of the woods may the birds sing their farewell songs Here's old Palesmurth laughing, full of malicious joy, above this bog where my body grew cold"