Текст песни Лучиэнь - Баллада о сгоревшем времени

To hell. Enchanted Steel Swords
 Frozen with the ground, lie underfoot.
 All the bastions have fallen for a hundred years,
 For a thousand years, the flame is silent
                         that said:
 From burnt fields
 Only the road ahead
 Where God will lead
 Where the horn will call.
 The blood of the prophet will redeem
 Crazy dreams
 Your barbaric first spring.

 Survivors breathe dead dreams -
 Dreams of silence in the cold caves.
 The spell books shut themselves
 The wind walks in the ruined walls
                         that answer:
 From endless winter
 There is no turning back.
 Lighthouses of cities
 Lonely burn.
 Lighthouses of cities
 That they died long ago
 Sank to the black bottom.

 Shadows glide along empty buildings.
 To hell with my god. Retreating. Forever.
 Fluff flies in open shutters
 Gray houses when ghosts whisper
                         quietly burning:
 From burnt fields
 There was a road ahead
 Where will God lead
 Where the horn will call.
 The blood of the prophet will redeem
 Last dreams
 Your abandoned dead spring.