Текст песни Аркона - Гнев времён

Anger times
Tree moan
The image in the eyes of the gods.
Lick times again awakens fear.
The shadows of those that condescended to the mound.
Alive in us, echoing the truth to us.
Awake tribe that slumbers here.
By Svarga up, that he may exalt song.
Song of the Winds - a loud voice of the children.
God the Father Rod, let him hear us!
The drop of rain
Invisible from the outside rushes past
Breath eternal victories.
It lies in hope.
Through groan mothers grieving for the land departed children
We see these things in the gloom of the Renaissance kromeshnom.
Heroes of land doomed
Whose faces go to the Century
The embrace of darkness dressed
Bring to a cloud.
Wash the blood of the enemy
The sword that breaks in a severe fight!
Tree moan, a groan from the depths of centuries.
Anger times again call on the Gods.
War Anthem sung my brethren.
A loud cry remembers father dawn.
Awake tribe that slumbers here.
By Svarga up, that he may exalt song.
Song of the Winds, a loud voice of the children.
God the father, Rod, let him hear us!
The drop of rain
Invisible from the outside rushes past
Breath eternal victories.
It lies in hope.
Through groan mothers grieving for the land departed children.
We see these things in the gloom of the Renaissance kromeshnom.