Текст песни врата тьмы - В гаснущем пламени

In the overall flame faces silent,
In their views, cries and pain were frozen,
Moans of human, blood and suffering,
Bagher rivers of fear and tears
Black smoke ashes and fireflows of fires,
The knock of the iron hoofs and grinds swords,
And the raging stream, deep in depth
Hope and faith of those old days.

Lada, rain, Perun and weld
Promenade the tricky king on the aspen cross,
Instead of the memory of the grandfathers, fathers, we are tested,
Traded on the "sheep" and a thorns of the crown,
All that grandfathers, fathers copied centers,
He turned everything into the dust of the uselessness of days,
For the sake of their personal benefit
I betrayed the faith of fathers, grazing liar.