Текст песни Навь - Ночь длинных ножей

Between the Rule, the Naveja and the Joy
At the border of spirits and souls
From the dust of vindictiveness, from the blood of unutigated ones
Extracted, melted iron ore
Forged iron in knives
To perdition!

He snatched the blades with slander
He wrung fury and vengeance in his hand
I named their names: Malice and Hate
Sharpen knives on black stones
Cut them on the body of the runes
Runes of ice, strife and death

Gleamed on the blood of the darkness of oblivion
Wolf's tract, wild wasteland ...
I predict for tears and ashes
In the words of feathering arrows - threats
The lance of the spear of mocking laughter is poison

According to what has been said!
There will be night!
Night of long knives!