Pagan Black Metal group from Siberia ....Tormented by deadly thirst, He died on the battlefield. Foul wind encircles His bloody hand Through rivers of blood and bodies Dead eyes closing, The maiden walked toward him, Her legs barely touched the earth. Energies filled my revived body, Time stood still in the silence of sleep. Through the darkness and dust, I saw a figure, And her voice called to me: Awaken brave warrior, your duty is not yet fulfilled. You cannot fall to the enemy here. Find the strength, and you will be able to rise, Your sword and armor await you. We walked along the ices thin edge, As the suns glare was replaced by gloom, And the shrill cry of silence Pierced my heart like an arrow. I caught glimpses of the shadows behind me, And a whisper could be barely heard. But the sword has appeared before me, And I have been chosen to bear it. The Will of fate is inevitable. I can hear the pounding of my hear. When fire has passed over my soul, I shall live to spite of enemies! Death, that I had once saw, Is preparing the meeting on the edge of Earth, Not many had the good fortune To come back against the fate
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