From the recording Dunsany Dreaming
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