Скальды первого круга - Духи
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Infinity stands like a wall of mists
Here, a stronghold of dark forms and chaos
Here is the home of spirits, a mournful eternity for them
The prophecy promises only one thing for centuries

But there are no prohibitions for those who dare to cast off
The shackles of flesh, for the sake of dark forces
They glide into our world along the strings of night
And each has paid their dues

Run, save yourself, traveler, if you see a spirit!
What does a gnarled stump pull at its branches rapaciously
Or a pale ghost howl dully
Run, whether you are brave or beggarly in spirit

What do they need among us, try to find out!
The gloom of graveyards, the quagmire of swamps
Hideouts for them, warmed by darkness
They weave a web of cruel intrigues

Run, save yourself, traveler, if you see a spirit!
Whether a gnarled stump pulls at its branches rapaciously,
Or a pale ghost howls dully,
Run, whether you are brave or beggarly in spirit.