Biarmia. The Northern shore
Shadows are flying like the gray birds
In the wild hunt for thousand of years.
Abyss of the depths, endless time
Merged into a single, death and birth.
Waves stormed the wounded shore
Gandvik roars in the tide of despair.
Pale ridges, as guardians of the silent
Features between the elements, enchanted by the Will.
Northern lights — a distant cosmic sparks
Illusory flourish, signs in the dark,
Heart of Biarmia in the captivity of timelessness
Stone coast, land covered with snow.
Crumble with age the old views
Moss and branches hid the signs
Chants — an echo of the past revelations
Carried by wind over a steel-blue sea.
Biarmia.The Northern shore
The foam — ichor of furious roughness
Pale limit of the last storm
Nameless Skald, faceless image,
Here discovers granite destiny.
Charming song spins in whirlwind
Consonant runes, sacral gesture
By slow rumbling stones echo
Fiery light will break the dawn.
Among the indifferent rocks and the stories without words
Ornament riddled the memory of centuries.
Northern shore — the first border of the Spirit
Land of legends, from the roots and foundations.
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