Текст песни Изморозь - Нечистый Круг

Three times their sword breaks the shackles
Three times he drives horror into the hearts.
Revenge will spill blood across the field
Warriors black as a roar, voices.
The wind will scatter the foggy morning
A nightmare of curses is shrouded in the army.
Black people will not think
Black people came to kill.

Keep dancing
Sword, cold friend.
Keep writing
your unclean circle

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Krivda, Marena, Wii da Nedolya-
Here she is a black warrior will
My gods, help with the reckoning,
In a bloody battle to live until sunset.

2k.
Footprint, terrible torment,
Flesh and metal scream from impotence.
Pestilence took the death stick in his hands
And the black shaman pounded his tambourine.
Faces cold with blood
The clang of shields heated the fervor of the killers.
Revenge will not end in massacre and battle
revenge only began, all ahead.