Карачун - Дымом и кровью
текст песни

Grown by winds your name is
Death with a grin and a cola of graves,
Ashes of churches, the collapse of hopes ...

Black wings of the fate of doomed
Above the string of ugly souls.
Slave faces are painted with a whip,
Smoke and blood ...

So let the song sound like a song,
With ice inevitability, constraining the heart ...
The lifeless light of the December sun
Blind eyes are tearing with a raven ...

The rattle of fangs is jamming,
Prayers are lost in the sky steel ...
The echo of war is strangled by the poison of despair
Smoke and blood ...

Silence…
Trendering ...
Sludge ...
Madness…
Soullessness ...
Godless ...