Текст песни Аэлирэнн - Нуарейн

Clouds hang low,
Smeat stomach gray.
Wind with his whistle
Leaves raised from the willow.

Inea taste sweet,
Your lips Bella ...
Outowed to revenge brief
At the queen.

It was - lived by malice,
Root it - in the mountain.
Generous on Nevzpectra
Your share has come out.

The death of your brother
The world of fate sang
Storm taking fee
From Niweva's blanks.

What now? Empty.
Gray end of the world.
Inay grabbed feelings
Song for all spit.

With the Virgin left the heart
The life of the gift is invalid.
The world will be in death
Name Ravenna.

It's only the beginning -
But on another face.
People and non-people
Will be said: "We go with us."

But before the hour
Your lips Bella ...
In the way of your power
Sleeps Queen.