(Êëûê íåíàâèñòè)
The rise of the scarlet sun. the thoughts awakening the spirit
With the dawn the understanding comes
Born by fires and ring of the hammer
He is fed with the sweat and bloody milk
War both life and d**h
War both knowledge and the void
War both scream and silence
War both fiery flames and darkness of the earth
The one who was bearing for centuries the banner of glory and honour
Would find his halls he is near the starkest spirit
He would howl of hunger and freeze to d**h without flesh or blood
But once the time would come he'll become free