Текст песни Бесконечная Зима - Быль

Clouds gather overhead
So that no light is visible
Grass Washed With Bloody Dew
And the sky is crimson
The earth is saturated with the blood of those
Whose lives cost so little
The death of the weak is beneficial to the strong
And this is just the beginning

The sun has left these places
Eternal nights rule here.
The wind walks between dead branches
Trees weep with pain.
The bodies were covered with fall foliage
And the rivers scream.
Only stones
Dead silent.

Clouds gather overhead
So that no light is visible
Grass Washed With Bloody Dew
And the sky is crimson
The earth is saturated with the blood of those
Whose lives cost so little
The death of the weak is beneficial to the strong
And this is just the beginning.