Tongues of flame,
Under a sombre sky
Were emerged from the mist.
The shapes of fallen men,
Before the witness eyes
Such as the living sights of those,
Who spreds the writs by overlord...

Forefathers,
Can you hear my voice,
Can you feel my shield
Before me in my choice?
Not for my sake alone
I'll try to hold my own,
Just for the kin of all the Gods
We'll be beyond control.

The rope is waiting you
And the gallows-tree is too!

My spell - my blade with charge,
Between the fire and ice
This rage will break your tribe,
The tribe of sowing lies.
А cross of blood red throne
Shall fall with smash,
The flashes of Thunderer
Will burn it to ashes.

They came like a plague,
Across the crimson streams
Of blood which flows like a river.
With pleasant smile,
They cut your will from memory
For term of life you lost the time
To lay the blame of self-doing crime...

I see a hung man swing
On the high gallows-tree
He is peering into the gloom
Which the blind do see.