Текст песни Ария - Крещенье огнём

Ancient trees are full of votes
Whisper herbs and stones
To the north stretches the smoke from the fires
Enemy at the other side picks
Perfume thunderstorm hit the drum
Of lightning we forge swords
We sacrifice to the gods
Their blood watered the

Against us - shine Byzantine churches
Splendor feasts and gifts
We put to death our children
Knowing the cruelty of enemies
Signs Moon threaten us with disaster
Arrows sing one
The choice is tough - the baptism of water
Or baptism of fire !

We , mad with rage, fighting
Believing in the immortality of souls
Will become a victim not a handful of earth
A guardian of the heavenly garden
Down the river to swim idols
Nobody beat them bow
We no longer have - whether to live
In the world of the baptism of fire ...

Ancient trees are silent for centuries
In the world , baptized by fire .