MY MIST FADES AWAY AGAIN
When I wandered courtless into that somber village,
It was a cold May.
The blood on my hands humbled my noble heart,
And the devil waited beneath the pine.
It foretold and showed dreadful visions
In the forest of Odensala,
The kin I slew upon the Eve of the Holy Trinity
Now cry out to me.
When the moon is shining
I linger beneath the sky
And my stained dagger I may cleanse.
I let my fortune be forged anew;
May the breaking wheel keep turning.
When the moon is shining
I dance the folk’s wedding
And my beautiful concubine receives her crown.
When the moon is shining
I sever noble heads
As my mist fades away again.
As my mist fades away again.
I knew well mine enemies,
I knew their poisonous intents.
The devil dwelt deep in my brother,
So whispered the needles of the spruce.
To the countless prisons of castles
I would not wander again,
But rather to the chambers of the Three Crowns,
To the burned-down royal ruins.
When the moon is shining
I linger beneath the sky
And my stained dagger I may cleanse.
I let my fortune be forged anew;
May the breaking wheel keep turning.
When the moon is shining
I dance the folk’s wedding
And my beautiful witch receives her crown.
When the moon is shining
I sever the traitors’ heads
And my mist fades away again.
And my mist fades away again
Saturn in Libra,
Signs of peril.
Mars rises in the sky,
Blood-red for war.
Come! Answer my call!
Come! Join the feast of iron and blood!
War! I am victorious!
War! Like Caesar of mighty Rome!
“After the wedding the moon counted but three,
And from the misty tower we saw the sun rise.
Captivity struck the already fragile mind.
Neither Mercury’s metal, nor Saracen remedies helped.
And I would have sat beside you till the last of autumn,
But they wanted to ensure you would sink into the void.”
When the locked door opens again,
I hope to see your silhouette,
And if I could return once more
To the crossroads of Odensala,
We would flee east without crowns,
The scepter of wrath left far behind,
And upon Noah’s Ark’s remains we would dwell,
In the lands of the fathers we would make our home.
Brotherly love restores reality,
Bitter broth scorching the throat.
“When the moon shines,
You linger beneath the sky,
When the final supper is already eaten,
As widow by the grave of the somber king
Your mist has already faded away.
Now your mist is faded away”