Текст песни Навь - Выходящие Из Сердца Метели

I see riders on top of the mountain,
Rebels from clandestine graves,
Sons of snow and wind.
Their hands are bitten by frost,
Their ice spears look into my heart.
I see the triumph in their eyes,
I feel the smell of fire and iron.
Plunging into a frosty mist,
I see thousands of mutilated bodies,
Buried in snow and bloody mesevo.
I hear voices out there in front,
I hear the tread of horses
Black riders from blizzards heart.
I appeal to the fury, obscuring the mind,
I raise my arms to the sky spewed flames,
I give my heart a whirlwind of madness battle ...
...Only death
... Only the blood
...War
... Weeping and gnashing of teeth
... And hatred ... hatred
scorching howl
Coming out of the blizzard heart.