Текст песни Веретрагор - Зов древности

The good old Russ ,
Wake up from sleep
Renaissance foundations .
You see the flames of fires :
We - the children of Fire -
We call upon the gods .
Trampled circle in the snow ,
And heed the forest
Spell of the Magi .
See rites Winters :
Summoning strength
From the hidden worlds.
Rime sparkling in the rays
Rising Moon ,
Above the mists of dreams .
I feel the smell of pine
And spruce resin ,
Hear the ancient call.
The good old Russ ,
Wake up from sleep
Renaissance foundations .
I feel the smell of pine
And crackling winter
Hear the ancient call!