Текст песни Лаймэ - Химлад, Дагор Браголлах

Leaving - go, and flick caustic smoke,
Leave and configure the trace, do not look back.
Through the backs of your hard stones sat down
Collecting Kurgan in memory of those who closed his eyes.

You hope in the flaming north is not looking for
Even the northwest wind from the ashes of Sed.
Let eight-lit gray, wrecked shield,
Forgets - you are four centuries only seven.

Forgetting where your flame is listed,
On the way - that the wound through, for all one.
But in the palms, the star scatters like glass,
By the beam on swords, distributing its sons.