Leshiy - Grima

Getting off the trail

I heard an unknown sound

Sliding on the surface of the water

What is it, a wild swarm

Or a beast’s grin?

No, it’s a horrendous scream

Chilling you to the bone

Which none of the forest animals

Could ever produce

And the animals, hearing that sound

Flying over the forest like a wind

Get in a hurry to burrow in their holes

It’s Leshy calling for them from deeps of the woods

He’s calling them servants of the Forest Lord

To hurry up home, as the winter is close

He’s hurrying up to come under th ground

And wait until spring will return