Текст песни Nokturnal Mortum - Черный ворон

Someone lifted the Moon Goddess,
Forest whispers, all is silent,
Black Raven brings darkness,
Sparks Fire die.
Gods - Fathers Boreal Lands
The heads bowed in great sorrow.
Forever cool down the Earth's interior
Chill Fire kills.
The sheath rusting steel blades
Their true life - is Bran field.
the Christian foot crushed Russia
Will Slavic changed nilly.
Through the howl of a wolf - Aryan blood
And a fearless warrior in a century departs,
On the winged horse, mane on fire
Earth Mother leaves
Password Christian - jew blood,
What is the blood spilled on the Kolovrat rays.
Sword in hand, guts on the blade -
That should be the price paid!
The price paid for the blood of our fathers,
In the mother's pain Reckoning,
For the falsity of the speeches, for the construction of churches
a Jewish tribe should be crucified!
Slavic Honor, Pride and Vengeance
Only the war gives victory!
On the bones of Christian blasphemous center
He that doeth vendetta against the enemies!
So let will forge swords!
Let the Wind Shield cleans the dust!
Above the banner of Our sun will rise,
The sun moon will give us strength!
Slavic Pride! Slavic Honor!
Slavic Wisdom! Slavic Revenge!
And in the roots of the trees and branches in the network,
Divine gift - our strength creek!
Black Crow, blacker than night
You fly over the Earth Slavic!
Where is the tomb of the great Voev - Fathers!
Fallen once at the hands of the Christian!
Gather together all the children,
Collect and told them my song.
About how crucified, dead Jew
Shamelessly tramples my land, and thy!