Текст песни Волхв - Наследие

Winds cold blowing in the valley,
Trees are bent in black forests ...
I hear the cool wolf somewhere on the ice,
Lighting moon, causing fear.

Opal foliage, unacted by snow, -
Quietly lies dying she ...
Mournful fog, crowned forest,
Knows that flour - life price!

Cold, gloomy sky
Knocking in closed shutters
And again over the dead ground
White falls snow.
When I return - the walls of "Paradise" will fall,
Where black sun grows
Bloody sunrise.

I'll wave into the immense sky,
See you soon there in the clouds!
Twisted over the world in silent spacious
Only the cry will hang on the mouth ...

We will meet soon, but we will be different.
There will be no aggregate for us.
When we fly over dead ground, -
There is a cold, ghostly hail.