Тринадцатый Бубен - Речи Мертвых
текст песни

Cutting the right palm,
Having entered the sacred circle
The blood of the bedrooms dripped into the fire,
Darkly illuminating around

The threshold of oblivion crossing
The speech of the dead said
That everyone will remember leaving,
Coming to the rest of the strength.
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Preparing for summer campaigns,
How the old custom tells us after a long winter
Salt (cold) by the wind, impressing
Advice from the ancestors the elder ask us

Before the battle,
At dawn,
Night still the light has not died out the last star
Among the fog,
Without waking up,
You will become a victim of curse you all you
(Umreteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)

What we are anxiety
Bear in the den
Kohl will not wake up
We will be alive!

The ghosts of the damned came to life in the fog
Sleeping warriors brought with them to the other side of being

In the darkness
Nights are cold
Take
With myself

In the morning, the waves rushing to the cliffs
The ship of the Damned was driven
Feet of warriors, without touching
Headed towards the dead lands

Since then forgetting your names
They hear a loud call of fate,
And there is no peace in the campaign for eternal
Search for valiant death are doomed!

Who are we friends!?
Kolchugi links!
Warm bed
Sich is more expensive for us!