Текст песни Здесь был я - Рассвет

House ruins, dust, ash
The fire that burned in the night
The sword is broken, let the arrow sleep
In the shield, and the fear of the candle.

Bloody light, milky smoke
Spilled over the dark earth
Sick sun with him
Floating on a raven wing.

The steppe is empty, the fields are dead,
The milky way presses from the sky.
And we start from scratch
Chance rules over us.

And the sickle month cuts off souls
Like a reaper cutting rye with bare feet.
Their groans and screams, listen ...
Cold horror shivers through my heart.

And light and darkness mingled in the sky
And evil with good changed their role,
And blood in our daily unleavened bread
Pain cuts through the heart.