Текст песни Alkonost - Кровавые Травы '14

BLOOD HERBS

Rampant winds flew
The clouds were overtaking,
Black clouds are torn.
Shook
Grasses in the field and sleepy
And from heaven fell like dew
Stars of predictions.

Open the gates for me
Tell secrets
Or will fall without strength
The Tree of the Universe.

Waiting for my century is long
He is black with a burnt cornfield.
This is how my river flows
Blood on the palms.

Secret prophetic dream
Will appear to me as a shadow
In the whirlpool of dark time
Yes, it will perish like a heavy stone.

I see blood on the grass
I see blood in the flame.

Rampant winds flew
The clouds were overtaking,
Black clouds are torn.
Shook
Grasses in the field and sleepy
And from heaven fell like dew
Stars of predictions.