[Music: Vintersorg]

[Lyrics: Karl-Erik Forsslund, freely translated by Vintersorg]



Algol, demon, capricious your brightness

shifts from day to day - rises, abates, intesifies

again, sometimes triumphant and sparkling,

sometimes pale and faint. For a long time

we've searched with wonder for the key

to this mystery, the right element to

your eager and changing, queer temperament.



Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle:

you've got a companion on your journey,

like a slave, a faithful shadow he

constantly follows you on the desolate

path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely.



Never have we seen his guise, dark, parches,

stiff and cold, but still we know he exists;

like ashamed he hides behind you - free

and merry you shine - until he once

again crawls out of the darkness and

covers you. And your glare becomes

pallid and dull, and your mind cloudy.



Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle:

you've got a companion on your journey,

like a slave, a faithful shadow he

constantly follows you on the desolate

path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely.



And similars there are - many Algols

wanders in the space - maybe even

more among us on earth. Sunlight spirits

darkened by a shadow, young princes

concealed by old slaves, doublesouls,

divided creatures - a blissful son of the

light indissolubely linked with a bitter dark demon.



Now we've dispearsed the haze of the riddle:

you've got a companion on your journey,

like a slave, a faithful shadow he

constantly follows you on the desolate

path, he circles and sneaks quiet around you, closely.