Текст песни До Скону - Шторм из Глубин Эона

The Storm! Cry from the darkness hidden in the depths of the abyss,
 The silence of the ancient waters, Kara eternal sleep.
 At the bottom of the ruins of the walls, arches of the temple were kept.
 Tribes, whose mortal rage, shut the gates of the aeon.
 There ashes priests buried in dark caves,
 The cold gray rocks, their call throws waves.
 And ocean storms broadcasts ghost night,
 Whose bones water sludge resting in a dirty mouth.
 Flow goes black muzzle of infinity,
 And his breath shuddering ocean forever.
 He sprinkles the blood of utter darkness the water.
 Through the eddies of waves rushing thunder Navi.
 Misty haze of burning moonlight
 Raise the cry of the winds and the ocean foam.
 Bringing down the stones of the walls and drowning depths,
 Storm buries them from the depths of the Aeon.
 Wrath of the ancient gods,
 Civilizations Darkness
 Pervoottsov rituals,
 The slaughter of the enemy.