Текст песни Alkonost - Кровавые травы

Incident winds boisterous
Scolding clouds black,
Black clouds torn

stirred up
Herbs in the field so sleepy ,
And the dew fell from heaven
Stars predictions

Open to me the gates
I tell you the mysteries
Or will fall without power
Tree universe .

Waiting my age long
He is black burnt Niwa
And my river flows
Blood on the palms

Mystery prophetic dream
It will be my shadow
In the whirlpool of dark times
Yes grave stone vanish

I see the blood
On the grass I
I see the blood
I am in the flames.