Navjarmaahr - Над могилами тысяч бессмертных
текст песни

In a fire of the fiery sky
In the fever of death of merciless
In a bloodied mask face
And eaten by the flame greedy
Catching up and dropping
Day after day in infinity and ashes
Cutting with thirst and crying
Dying like darkness at dawn
Dragged on the ground like lashes
Fingers and swords of carts
Horses stumbled on the wind ...
The way home was not short ...

And in the blood drying on the faces
Hopelessly decorated with death
The powerful force froze
The look is cold, breaking like a whip
As if in swamps
And the forests where the ancestors lived,
Where hostile relics were cracking,
Where the veins burst in the battles,

Where in the scope of the raging wings
Carried away to the endless sky
Sokolin flocks of mighty,
Who defended their grandfathers ...
Above the graves of thousands of immortal
Their visions dance in fogs
Rise up and dance
Fade and rotten in the mounds

In flocks of sparks of bonfires and coal
Birthday again for a short time
Scattering with worthless dust ...
A handful of black, smoking fragments ...
Remaining a secret pattern
They say they didn't have time to say
Cold melting eyes
They escort, understanding - they failed ...