1. BLACK WATER PATH

(Instrumental)


2.SMOG OF THEIR SOULS

Black cloud of scorch soot and dust
It covered the skies, left no Sun.
Leaden clouds, waters are black,
Bloodstained are hands, body covered with soil.

No hope left for enemies mercy
A bullet got stuck in flesh long ago…
We all shalt fall fighting in the deep ravine,
Dead weeds be covered with our bones.

Warriors exhausted by hunger and thirst,
Now we are raising our weapons higher!
Impale the jew and the black-skin shaitan!
With Honour we shalt cleanse Our Ancestral Faith!

If we be able to grab all foes necks
And then clench them fiercely in our hard fist
Backbones would crack, would be closed the eyes
Of butchers that torture My Folk and My Land!

Black Sea waters became black of blood,
Rivers are black, and black is the ground.
Coffins are black, enemies coffins,
Rusty are nails, rotten are planks.

Flames of pyre
Engorge their carrion!
Run away to heaven,
Smog of their souls!


3. TO SURMOUNT THE FIRE

Ashes, Blood…
Ashes, Blood…
Cloven body,
Soul howling.

Ices, Blood…
Coldness, Blood…
No strength left,
Fear in veins.

Soar, my Dream, like the Wind Breathe,
Dream of Fatherland, Dream of my home.

Among the ruins Hope is dying…
And stopped dead is my heart.

March forwards,
Creep forwards,
Abyss is behind,
My family left behind.

Hold the Fire,
Surmount the Fire,
Pay with Blood for Tears
And Tears be the price of Blood.

Soar, my Dream, like the raw dust,
Dream of Homeland, Dream of my Mother.

I see in my Dreams not Mountains and Rivers,
Neither Forests of my own, nor the cold lakes
But only the enemies eyes is what I see,
They stare at me through utter Gloom.

Hold the Fire…
Surmount the Fire…


4. LEAD HAZE

By wormwood weeds – The bitter darkness…
Lead Haze… Seven of eight fell…
Dead flame… I feel its immense burn.
To where I go, last one of those eight?

Disgrace doesn’t march, but body escape.
With my back I leave, I greet with my face.

Yet, strive for salvation bury the honor,
I’m not the Eighth anymore, I’ll hide.

I bleed to death, so hard is my breath…
Swamp taking me in its embrace.
But I’ll not die, I will gnaw my grave,
From deep crawling up to the burial surface.

Enemies land is covered with corpses,
With bodies is covered the steppe of Our Own.
Fathers and Sons all covered with soil.
All entombed are in soil – everyone but me…

Traitor!


5. ROOTS OF MY CLAY

By the scorched ornament in my thoughts hope is dragged,
But it’s too late now to wait for salvation.

My Land, My Mother is soaked dense with my blood,
The dead roots of my clay shalt sprout.

Like sister of my own, my sure Death
Marching chase me, peer into my trace.

Stellar Glare, return
Back to my memory!
Welkin, sag down to the ground!

With the groans of the River,
With the passing Wind squalls,
Like a Bullet, with Truth
Shall I live with all this?

“…My Mountains, Steppes and Fields,
Soaked with blood, covered with corpses,
My Eternity, My Native Land,
Accept my soul, oh My Firmament!...”

Black Grief, it gnaw my entrails,
Lick my heels, gnaw my bones…

My Death…

Wash my grave with rains,
Feed the lifeless body with dew.

Let my Soul live with Thunderstorms,
Let my Will live with Most Evil Drought

The roots of my clay sprouted and then rot down,
Mother Soil wrapping me, lull me,
Like if I was Her dead child.