Текст песни Ris Tyrell - Зираэль

At the bloody dawn rides a rider with a gray head
The Swallow's trail is not easy to find; it is just as difficult to find peace.
After all, neither this rider alone chases after her:
Fugitives from a world clad in ice, led by their king, Eredin

Lock the doors, close the windows, the Wild Hunt rides in the sky
Eredin seeks his Zirael
Kindle the hearth, light the fires, White Cold goes and cannot be saved from it
If Eredin finds Zirael

The swallow flies, only one step ahead of the enemies. With a fiery arrow, magic will carry her voice from this world to another: En verelif siranaat, heyda ah blaine idamayn ...

The cold caresses your hands, the ardent heart will become ice,
And the sun will warm this land and everything will go on as usual, Zirael ...

A rider with a gray head rushes through the swampy swamps
In the footsteps of the wolf, he hurries to his last battle
A stranger's medallion trembles in his hands, and a blizzard is circling in his eyes
Which she entered and closed the door behind her
And since then, no one has seen Zirael.