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Ancient runes of distant north

Once will blaze up with cold fire

The moan of the demon is heard,

Imprisoned in black mirror frame.

Where the falcons fly in the sky

Above dormant valleys like a mountain ring

There he rages, the mirror demon,

Beyond the thin glass midst spurs in ravines.

There, where narrow paths lie beyond crests,

Rocks are cracked by Odin’s hammer,

Swift streams blowing with cold

Somewhere beyond turfy swamps

The sea of melt steel rages

Incarcerated into the mirror since ancient times,

And souls became slaves for ever

Who'd seen their reflection.

The walls of the prison solid and stone

Are melt in wax streams

Scant light of a smoking torch,

Is enough to taste the world at the break.

There was no freedom sweeter for the prisoner

And the poisoned air isd full of evil,

There are hot waters under the snow,

The glass is cracked

The sea of melt steel rages

Incarcerated into the mirror since ancient times,

And souls became slaves for ever

Who'd seen their reflection.