Warm blood flows free when the north meets the east holy battle without Christians without educated priests
Crushed bones everywhere smell of blood fills the air northern men against the east death means nothing nothing is real
Fight is over in the night no one left to stand behind the life morning comes with rising sun with sunrise of doom
Black birds fly in the air claws of jackals tear pieces of the dead somewhere in the east sound the holy words of the peace… … and mind, spirit of the secret time… … time …
Somewhere far away in the snow-white northern side old woman waits for her man tears flow to her wrinkled hand
“Oh, gods of the north: take my hands take my tears take pain of my soul take pain of my soul”
Black birds fly in the air green snake eats its tail morning comes with cold cold sun in the snow-white northern side
Wind is blowing, jackals crawling carrying the tales of bones bring it to me, bring the bones bring the peace of the new world…