Текст песни Изморозь - Нечистый Круг

Three times the sword cuts the fetters
Three times he drives fear into the hearts.
Revenge will spill blood on the field,
Warrior black like the roar of voices.
The wind will scatter a foggy morning,
Nightmare curses shrouded army.
Black people will not think,
Black men have come to kill.

Keep dancing,
Sword, cold one.
keep writing
his unclean circle

Etc.
Injustice, Madder, Wii yes Nedolya-
Here it is black warrior's will,
Gods of my help with the payback,
In a bloody battle to live until sunset.

2k.
Next on the hoof, terrible meal,
Flesh and metal from impotence shout.
Moore took the death of a staff in hand
And the black shaman tambourine in his banged.
Those doused cold blood,
The clang of shields ardor killers inflamed.
Revenge will not end the slaughter and battle,
revenge has just begun, all ahead.