Текст песни Аэлирэнн - Серебряный Зверь

Russed the sky of a pedry
Sun scarlet, pre-ordinary,
Ah and again concerns on the neck
Wolf with her wagins.

Then one, fidget small,
Ran the labored, from Logova,
Slipped under the oak piled
And rolled from the hoop hill -

Young month to meet over waters
Pure Forest River ...

At the raw, Milling splash,
With the face of the hair scratched with ridges ...
Whether it seems, then it is practicing
In the starry sky, the trail is cherished.

But it slowly goes down
Establishing his gaze into the world
The one who is the life of the earth does not fall, -
In the skin of the Ghost Beast Silver ...

And the magician froze, not leading,
How to go to him ...

But Silver himself turned from the path,
Came up, smiled gently
And the facet to the ears are light
Language suddenly licked the labast.

Studied - and disappeared, as it was not.
And the traces do not over - ordered ...
And what will happen next - unknown,
The book of Fates is not said.

Only wool wolf-leisure
Silver glows ...