Текст песни Шёпот Рун - Источник темного искуства

Your hand on the window,
Ice with sparkling gray ...
A gust of grief in your shower
White frost.
Vidden in memory to pop up ...
The pulse will fill the veins.
To become faithful to become
The darkness of ancient faith.

The focus of the death of stench-black
The sterifier wind is anger.
From the height of the power of powerful
Source of dark art!
Through the threads of shower smile, the shadow
Grinning a beast, blood with a hops ...
In the spark on the tip of the Gungnir
Hug your brave brothers.

Club snake spring poison -
Pour the fierce songs in anger.
The moment of the triumph is a bloody dawn -
In the dream of a tired minute,
When in the chest with other breath
They sing and whine sadness.
Then you will become higher again -
Source of dark art.

Creeping creepy, a host of death
Breaks the frost of the victim will
The radiance of the north and darkness,
Clusting the flesh of the head with pain ...
Where the dense forest is overturned,
Mengirov signs in the snow with a shame,
There is our life, there the heart torments there
Tula breathing with siza haze.

With my hand on the window,
The trace of sparkling gray ...
An example of your will in your soul
White frost ...
Vidden in memory to pop up -
The pulse will fill the veins.
The art of a dark sip -
Ancient faith anthem!