Текст песни Тринадцатый Бубен - Речи Мертвых

Cutting the right palm,
Having joined the sacred circle
Blood Blockers dripped into the fire,
Darkness lighting around

The threshold of the fence going
The speech of the dead spoke
That everyone will remember leaving
Combining the remainder.
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To the summer campaigns is preparing,
How to tell us an old custom after a long winter
Wind salty (cold) ugly
Advice at the ancestors to us the elder ask

Before the battle,
At dawn,
Nights still light not going out the last star
Medium fog,
Without waking up
Will be a victim of curse all you
(dyinglyeeeeee)

That we are alarming
Bear in Berloga
Kohl wobble
Then we will be alive!

Ghosts damned came to the fog
Sleeping warriors attracted with them to the other side of being

In MGL.
Nights hlad
Take
With myself

In the morning waves on the rocks rushing
Damned ship drove
Feet of warriors, earth without touching
Headed towards dead lands

Since then, forgetting your names
They hear the loud call of fate,
And there is no rest in the campaign eternal no day
Search for valiant death doomed!

Who are we friends!?
Ringgi links!
Warm Lodge
Sew us more expensive!