Lyrics

There is no wrath in the stars
They do not rage in the sky
I look from the evil wood
And find myself wondering why
Why do they not scream out
And grapple star against star
Seeking for blood in the wood
As all things round me are?

They do not glare like the sky

Or flash like the deeps of the wood
But they shine softly on
In their sacred solitude

And the elder giants come
Sometimes, tramping from far
Through the weird and flickering light
Made by an earthly star

Tulu i logen
Tolv man i skogen

Tolv man äro di

Tolv svärd bära di

Stora oxen stinga di
Vallbarnen skrämma di
Mig vill dom sätta i tornet ikväll

And the giant with his club

And the dwarf with rage in his breath
And the elder giants from far

They are the children of Death

They are all abroad to-night

And are breaking the hills with their brood
And the birds are all asleep

Even in Plugstreet Wood