Текст песни Heritage18 - Голос Древних Камней

Word of the wind like a knife cuts through the fog
God equality of the kings of ancient northern snakes
The only ritual fire fumes and deception,
But in the night you can hear the voice of the ancient stones.

Voice ancient stones again sings about the past,
Voice ancient stones merged into the stone thunder
Light extinct names, rose in the night,
Matches to the soul, sleeping forever keys.

To fire at the dawn sun bed
Seeing the rocks in the water reflection
Voice ancient stones Lays your way to the mountain,
Where not melt peaks otsetonovy ice.

How divine flare on the armor of ice,
If someone had lit a torch of fame fate,
You were born dashing among the gloom of the walls,
Generosity does not take the army captured meanness!

That vanished away somewhere pain times,
Maybe the newly inflamed like a coal in the hall,
Forget the works of the maelstrom red like a dream,
Do not forget, only those who have been betrayed by the loop.

On trees worries crying again spring,
Now, new leaves ancestors Grove visible,
But the rains otzvenyat blood ancient forests
On the rocks of old Russian Railways gods.