Текст песни Волчий Острог - Восславляя Мудрости Стяг

Number of teeth sharpened and merciless gaze
I am the beast.
Through the thick bitter years brings the song of victory
Snowstorm.
Who did not spare the life, do not grieve over the share
In the hour of misery,
That vernal bird flocks flying over the edge of the world,
At the dawn.

The moment of revelation - a righteous battle.
To the source of will implies howling.
Hordes of enemies with wild fields
Quench the thirst of thousands of swords.

And you're not with me is similar, you are timid, thin-skinned
I do not dare.
You're not a fighter in the battle, you are the enemy of hearts
Did not eat.
You're the only wise books comprehended greatness.
Your character
Ahead of our time, where a free man
As a servant!

About the wisdom of heaven, give me a sign.
From the tenacious ties to escape what?
Pathways web, ice maze
In the abyss of lead, closing the hand of his eyes.

Hey, wise man, so who then right
In this age of vanity that is so weak?
Those kind of our oppressing, the world took a lie.
In the mud and decided to trample us, right black feast.

Revive in us rage
Revive!
Strengthen our faith
Strengthen !!!
Even the gods did not immediately give an answer.
Not any given light the sky.
The point is not open to all, though not for everyone.
Do not see the faith, did not raise his eyelids.