Tongues of flame, Under a sombre sky Were emerged from the mist. The shapes of fallen men, Before the witness eyes Such as the living sights of those, Who spreds the writs by overlord...
Forefathers, Can you hear my voice, Can you feel my shield Before me in my choice? Not for my sake alone I'll try to hold my own, Just for the kin of all the Gods We'll be beyond control.
The rope is waiting you And the gallows-tree is too!
My spell - my blade with charge, Between the fire and ice This rage will break your tribe, The tribe of sowing lies. А cross of blood red throne Shall fall with smash, The flashes of Thunderer Will burn it to ashes.
They came like a plague, Across the crimson streams Of blood which flows like a river. With pleasant smile, They cut your will from memory For term of life you lost the time To lay the blame of self-doing crime...
I see a hung man swing On the high gallows-tree He is peering into the gloom Which the blind do see.