Awake from your cold, cold home When the full moon rises above to see The final day is chanting so loud Dragons will cover Mater Zemlya above I whisper on tongues so foreign for me To the spirits of winds, the sirens of trees Where tranquility dies into overcast shades She will awake you to fill the frost Inside the veins of grandsons of Stribog I will die in blaze alone with the moon And there will be my last life Shifting to the nightmare realms I will tear the alee up and kiss the grave Follow the Maras Nothingness' below, there I shall sink To see the sun dying on the other side of world In different domain under wings of North Come, dragons, burn my ashes of gray Inside the veins of Mater Zemlya My blood becomes her frost 'Cause know this is the last flickering night With stars glimpsing not to see the sun