Текст песни ИЛ - Капище

The figures in the fields creak
and above them the moon is red;
Angry lobe symbol - wild eye
Follows me, in their forehead grief.
My path lies through a cold forest from black spots to a mountain of stones,
Where the black grandfather, with a hook, coals the coals from the bones.

In the name of those who rule the dream, who rule the ice, rise from the graves,
Storming snowstorms, enter this world.
I am the creature of your passions, before my eyes a shadow -
That black grandfather, with a hook, ribs the coals from the bones.

Give me what I dream about
Give me the way to the halls of darkness!
The steel of comets around boils
Their face is visible in the heat.
Days to death I believe
take me away from them!