Текст песни Крыница - Князь

His name thundered under the arches of temples,
The fear, the curse of the ages to come,
Lacy chains of faded halls
Fallen to the ground, tired and sleeping gods

His fear in every breath of voracious citizens
Weaved blood ties for the blind, sighted,
The salt of rejected lips carried a smoking incense,
On the graves of unborn fathers.

His rage fell on the ground like black ash,
Falling asleep, draining from dried up veins
Spawning rags with yesterday's dew,
Being, driving into captivity today.