Текст песни Волчий Источник - Забытая Память Прошлого

Forgotten Memory of the Past

In silent sorrow pines,
In the silence of the snow
Whispering death of cold,
It freezes the blood.
Where sinister shadows lines
Hiding their pain,
Mystery dissolves the wings
With a white owl.
Holy ancient forest stores
The crackle of shields and pain cry,
Thunderstruck, I win,
Death fierce red mark.
And, caressed by the winds,
Torrential rain,
Ancient obelisk doubt
Protects sleep.
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Time for a long time.
And whose ashes have found shelter there,
He knows only.
Once again, pulsing like blood,
Cradle of white gods.
The newly forged swords of war
Someone calls them: "Come!".
Groaning in pain terrible forest,
Fuck up dust.
And reviled memory
Draws evil sign.
What repulsed ancestors,
Mixed with shit.
And silently weeping branches
Gold resin.
Holy ancient forest stores
The crackle of shields and pain cry,
Thunderstruck, I win,
Death fierce red mark.