Текст песни StuG - Ворон

The black raven is circling above us
Our path winds blood in the snow.
Free wind that is friends with the bird
Show the right path to man.

The black raven screams among the pines
And in the thicket a predator sneaks.
Free wind, where do you take
Our speeches and where are they heard?

Blood on the face, feathers wet ...
Only the forest will not forget the strong
That rushed off behind an evil blizzard.
Let there be no gravestones for them,

May their memory not be eternal.
Let the cold break their bones.
Death cannot be endless ...
A black raven is circling above us.