Текст песни Навь - Вмерзший В Лёд Сгусток Мрака

Insignificant slaves dirt -
They worship nothing.
They say that he - God.
They say that it is - the Creator.
I hate the light created them.
I can not hear their words,
But I hear your cry -
Angry shouting born under a black star.
The viscous darkness.
I'm flying through it.
In the infinite timelessness
Wandering in search of true knowledge.
I - vmёrzshy in ice
Clot darkness.
I dissolve in a black flame.
With the smoke, I'll fly away from here -
For silver thread
The rivers of the dead,
In the harsh land of true knowledge,
Where there will be no quiet sigh,
No gleam of light -
Only the oppressive silence ring
The endless arms
Primordial darkness.
And you can hear my voice
On the other side of the river dead.