Текст песни До Скону - Холодные Потоки Смерти

The moon came up over the scorched earth,
Where are the remains of smoldering ashes in the black of night.
I'm inhaling acrid fumes, look in the crimson horizon
And the sounds of the dying groans spread in the frosty air.

The Chaos of fire hidden element of eternity,
Their cold streams filled with emptiness ocean,
Where all things are taken and where everything disappears.
There I will tear primordial eddies.

Thrice not proyavlёnnoe in the quiet surface of outer space.
Wormhole raznosyaschaya force infinity.
Knut snowstorms lashed the darkness of reality.
Woven into a single stream of primitive chaos.