Текст песни Holdaar - Крестоносцы Коловрата

Golden icy forest rises
over lead autumn water.
Washes the blood of dead heavens
wiped off by a gray-haired cloud.

Will never save anyone
gray temple in the overgrown bushes.
And the last shower lilac honey
will become ice on high crosses.

Slaves and thieves here, drink and steal here,
rummaging through old things overseas
but sometimes the crusaders go in the fields
with a red sun on black cloaks.

Either look for the grail in Russia,
or look for faith in Russia.
They’re not used to fighting for the truth,
to be forgotten is not used to.

The sage will not understand them, the monk will curse them.
The myth rebelled against the low sciences!
Offended by the sun a war sign -
in a web of iron spider.