my translation:
Far.. up in the darkness through trees where moonlight drifts Far.. over there, in all the fog in through my soul, the black anxiety tears
On mossgrown rocks they show When the dark of night has fallen upon them The echoes.. from their dreadful lamentation Endlessly.. can be heard
Far away in the horizon the (darkness?) can be barely seen Hordes of fire ride the moonlight By the break of day they gather in a hidden (bay?)
The ice-cold snow has come this time in eternal (...)
my translation:
Far.. up in the darkness through trees where moonlight drifts Far.. over there, in all the fog in through my soul, the black anxiety tears
On mossgrown rocks they show When the dark of night has fallen upon them The echoes.. from their dreadful lamentation Endlessly.. can be heard
Far away in the horizon the (darkness?) can be barely seen Hordes of fire ride the moonlight By the break of day they gather in a hidden (bay?)
The ice-cold snow has come this time in eternal (...)