Текст песни Хвангур - Морок

Drevochaschi - Mirkwood
Yarosolntse - zahodyasche
Night Spirits vybirasi
From streams and marshes withered.

On the banks of the bottomless lakes
In the inhospitable wilderness,
Beast Everyones unloved,
Going magicians.
Veli tales about heroes
And the magicians of old
Bellies gave Mare
For Aryan native land:

"Thank Ancestors - white Russia!
Engorged with blood, sweat
Earth Mother that gives birth
Proud of fearless warriors. "

Kindles a great fire,
They gathered in Colo. Treants
The songs sounded,
What they are doing famously spell.
Mighty whirlwind swirled
Yes, I was involved in a cloud of ink,
That rise above the forest
Starry sky a haze.

Exhausted time elders
Were killed on the ground cheese,
And I have taken their power
Covering his body.
A magical flying death
Expanding in the dark sky
Its purpose starve vorogov
Clearing the Great Russia!