Текст песни Топь - Летели вороны

Ravens flew (Valfara memory)

Blades of Glory,
Storm over the sea roaring cold
You carried the sacred surf!

Pilot bloody,
Icy breath slammed his grin
The frost strings over the mountain!

A warrior of Asgard,
Wind vskormlёnny, glorified snowstorm
Northern lights storm.

The sword of the Lombards,
You wove a symphony of blood and mash
Hammer autumn days ...

White rose swirl
Silver fields,
The Sandman was torn shreds -
Gryanul Oskorei.

Rides in a garment blue
Prince of gray gods;
Ogneyaroe radiance
Amid the ice crystal.

Dance of the White Silence
He was praised you,
The thunder of the surf in the highlands
Slalom boom poet.

He is waiting for his father and his retinue
In heaven Vidar;
Blood covered with clouds ...
The night went Valfar ...

Your tune echoes bound in
Among the rocks,
Freezing ringing laugh
Wind tore
Flesh fog, whom ate shackled,
Just beyond the horizon flying Ravens ...