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Pristine mists, constant, by the roots of rough trees

Silent shadows by the stones eternal, covered with the moss

Black ghosts sleep eternally by the illusory dreams

By the roots of the forest's trees - dead, unborn

In the silence - not alive and not dead

In the backwoods impassible, dusky, cold

On the decaying stumps - cottage for sacrifice rites

In the shadows of the black firs, where even wind can't come

On the stone near this cottage - sacrifices were conducted

Too long the spirits of mineral Nature don't taste the enemies' blood

Of Lords of this gloomy lands...