Текст песни Кирилл Ривель. - Холод вечного огня...

The cold of eternal fire
Outside razverzshihsya events ...
Third Rome nurtured me
A fourth not be alone!
I fell for the life of the age
Cloven origin:
Spirit of Imperial, the chains clinking,
Left-right step - Escape!

Look back to back,
To frost - fire on the skin!
I do not plowed, right, brother,
I do not plowed, sowed but still ...
Memory, like white ice
The red horse struck his hoof ...
Black wormwood Cocytus.
Night. February. The twentieth year ...

Pirro feast evil wind -
The human story.
How good a person ages -
All the mud, but blood!
Whether my lot: a ticket
Wolf pull in the end,
That is my only weapon a dead end road leads,
That there is no road at all eh?

World sailor - on light volume.
In the sky, the star burns.
Wormwood will delay ice
And in the spring and the ice melts ...
Throughout the wedge, where throw ...
What do I remember? What do I know?
Broad native ...
And the star, alas, wormwood!

Neither the names nor dates
Do not look to the churchyard,
And no one is to blame,
What is the fourth not be alone ...
Eternal snow and polar
At the heart lies, it does not melt ...
Time of honor. Time flocks.
Night. February. Twentieth century.