Текст песни Nitberg - Слейпниру под копыта

Freezes, blood fades
 On the grass, on the grass,
 Crimson dew
 The bodies, on the armor

 Sharp look from the sky
 In the fields, on the ground
 Raven - Eyes thief
 The bodies on the ground

 Harvest bars bodies
 Blood fangs began drinking
 Hundred sons of the earth -
 Their mother blood vopet

 One hundred and one hundred centuries,
 One hundred and one hundred sons,
 Semyaseyatel again
They are ready to conceive

 Harvest feast disputes Thing bodies
 Wine canines
 Became not reap sleep
 Do not save the children of
 Crying mothers
 Do not save the fathers
 If the memory in the barn
 When thoughts to sleep
 From DuhaVetra away
 The bolt, the bolt
 From the machinations of bile into the groan
 The bolt, the bolt, the bolt

 Midnight Firmament
 Took full
 A myriad of stars
 Darkness drink down

 And the moon among them
 Silver lights
 Afterburning way
 Leaving the bottom

 Where they diapers
 Washed mother
 And father palm
 Bill child expanse

 ZhizniPrintsipom
 Where was the love
 That Glitters star
 Jesus Christ

 Walks in the mother
 Like all affaires
 Blinded glazonki
 In tears of pity ...