Текст песни Nitberg - Слейпниру под копыта

Curdling, blood fades
 On the grass, on the grass,
 Crimson dew
 The bodies on the armor

 Sharp eyes from the sky
 In the fields, the earth
 Raven - the eye of a thief
 The bodies on the ground

 Harvest bars bodies
 Blood fangs began drinking
 Hundred land of the children -
 Mother their blood vopet

 One hundred and one hundred centuries,
 One hundred and one hundred of the children,
 Semyaseyatel again
They are ready to conceive

 Pir dispute harvest Thing bodies
 Wine canines
 Steels not reap sleep
 Do not save sons
 Crying mothers
 Do not save the fathers
 If the memory in the barn
 When thoughts to sleep
 From DuhaVetra away
 In the bolt on the bolt
 From the snares of bile into a groan
 Bolted, bolted, bolted

 Midnight Firmament
 I took full
 A myriad of stars
 Darkness drink down

 And the moon among them
 Silver lights
 Afterburning path
 Stretching into the bottom

 Where they diapers
 Wash mother
 And the father's hand
 Bill expanse child

 ZhizniPrintsipom
 Where was the love
 What shines a star
 Jesus Christ

 Walks in the mother
 Like all affaires
 Blinded glazonki
 The tears of pity ...