I stood, all surrounded with gloom, there was only black shadows around me The moon rose over the horizon, and the stars reflected in my eyes And listening I had a feeling, the earth is choking, the smell of burn And sweet'n'sour taste of d**h, the moon reflects bloody gleams In the quiet of the silence, no solitude shall be For here are buried forever, those whom one shall not forget Their souls piercing the skies of black, the icy moon, the sea of bright stars Fills night with its deadened light, of rays of pain and fire The time of prophet's visions has filled my spirit The thoughts that never can get ease, like a blood wasted steel A wind, the sigh of Stribog, the hill is the name of the fallen Black mist in the high, the mystery in the dark of the world.