Текст песни Schism - Метель

At night, the munor, a moan of the old woman
Suddenly chasing the seeds of endless snow.
In the Northern Sky, the gate will abill with loops
Cached ice of the holidays forgotten gods.

The shadows of the last swirl of broken fate
False covenants of the plane facing in the dust,
The altar of Cadyl will be cooled,
In the soul of faceless instant fear.

The fact that in the Molubas of the new dawn are waiting
Deadly pale hand squeezing prayers,
Winds furious cheek shamelessly harness
Pain of silent, enslaved centuries.

At night, a munfully stammer of the old woman
Suddenly chasing the seeds of endless snow.
In the Northern Sky, the gate will abill with loops
Cached ice of the holidays forgotten gods.

May 15, 2007