Мор piosenki

The last thing warriors that fell out of Chaos and hum of sever battle could see is the Polar Star… Its silent and cold aura, its speechless stare without regret or grief. The Iron Star that have seen many many deaths… Shot… 

War… The bloodiest war clash with each other face to face, will to will, thirst to thirst. Like a wheel of Kali-Yuga turning around, moving the frozen soil and everything alive, tying everything by the ice of Death… Only they could feel the warmth… The warmth...

CRIMSON LINES (ABOUT THE UNIVERSAL WORLD) Crimson lines will bleed through later… In glitters of all-devouring evening fog. And no matter how you stare, it will be always behind, but ahead the thoughts, outrunning the air currents of the temporal space. Pet...

For hundreds ages upwards Dissolve the still Myriads of frigid sculptures, Statues of a white cold White cold Hoar-hash shreds Human souls and flesh Wolf blizzard Oblivion hour caught, The world forever froze Amid galaxies and comets Wolf blizzard’s infant...

It was September. Rain. Mud. Autumn. War. A black march rushed here, Covering the ground in graves, Carrying a treacherous doom, But they broke in Terland’s vales. Steel eagles are in the autumn dusk, Iron fishes are in the gelid waters, On the ground is on...

Clang of tanks, clang of armour, A terrible and heady roar, Thunder of shots, explosions of shells, Blood rained upon River Litsa. Bullets lick the trees Mayhem, fire, fire! Blaze devours snow Death is in the valley, death! In a booming mess of the points-he...

Banners and anthems, Bayonet and butts, Military marches At miserable times Form and songs Of the twilight days, Quick preparations To the gelid rivers Heroism and feats Of mere mortals, Severe battles, Fierce carnage Totalitarian will Is subtle and black,...

In forests of Death, Perfectly silent, In a veiled sphere Of biting iciness My arms Grasping roots Veins of bark In forests of Mor Bleeding are The heart’s cores Lumps of bark Are hard as stones My hands Tear and strangle Rags of fear, Skins of madness....

Crawling away like the graveolent mists, Dust of the foes broke in the cliffs, Only wiped off the face of the earth Maybe subhuman turned into human beings. Rottenness washing away, The northern rivers Would unveil the grandeur of the land, By the deep and or...

(Instrumental) The midnight sun Shudder River of times Scenes of the past needle with pain Grape-shot pin And a faintly heard moan Of our dear land, gore-tilled The swarm of vandals outnumbered, But heart of beast shall not stay safe Without glowing with nobl...

(слова Н. Букина) Прощайте, скалистые горы, На подвиг Отчизна зовет! Мы вышли в открытое море, В суровый и дальний поход. А волны и стонут, и плачут, И плещут о борт корабля... Растаял в далеком тумане Рыбачий - Родимая наша земля. Корабль мой упрямо качает...

WHERE MIGHTY WINDS SING THEIR SONGS And a red boltless lightning has come, Tearing storm-clouds into shreds small, Trimming her attire with them, Turning dark vaults into horses rathe, Distant stars into allies leal, Endowing us with forces for battles, And...

It doesn’t matter, what government we had, we have now or will have in the future. Our land must be ours! For grandchildren to walk our ground! Even if my bones will have decayed by this time, I’m ready for this. 

Stars were silent, And a dead January gaze Was oozing through the wounds, Wounds of the earth and the skies. Fan the fire, Black winds of calamity, Shoot arrows, Cruelly thrust into the ground. Stars were silent In the fathomless night Of the twisted veins Of...