كلمات Yme's Blood Returns Home

.......creating paths......waterfalls.....brooks Amongst smouldering knuckles and sprouting life Like sweet Froya's bewitching look. Unrestrained, playing....seducing.... Shimmering tears...of precious silver. It greets Tvinnil with pleasure.... we'll meet again... This vast cradle...its home .......Big Blue........Atal's marsh The moon is glowing. Urging Yme.....to shed his coat. Like Froya's eyes - dancing, playful. The mountain's snow-clothed one Will return.....home..... Along brooks, down waterfalls..... towards the source. Mighty Atal's marsh.... Again Froya is visiting. Fatherly generous. Again he bestows us with..... .....One month of harvest...... Yme's frozen knuckles awake From purifying sleep. Beneath the Winter Skies