Tres Perros Viejos, Tres Perros Viejos The Machines of Odin

И достали машины из пепла какого-то там огня
И понеслась душа по кочкам

Two black Iron ravens draw the circles on the snow
The runes of the Elders speak of a coming storm
Frozen fjords beneath the sky hide the secret gate
Threads of Norns weave to the future our crystal fate

Machines of Odin an engines of Gods
Gears of ancients sagas, cryptic crypto Lords
Hard discs of the wisdom, wires of the doom
Digi universe in the server room

Technosingularity, Mechanical dream
Oh, how easy to get lost in the knowledge tree
In the well of Urd, encrypted sacred code
That only can be cracked by real God

Father! Father! Father!