Volkolak : Dark Shine of Scales

Pagan Folk / Russia
(2005 - Othal Productions)
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1. THROWING CURSE OF YOU

Take away circuits from dogs
Felt a smell of war
Berserkers aspire to fight
At the sight of the full moon
The crude ground on fire
And glorious will by my way
Fire come - to me
I want your force to inhale
I believe in my ancestors
Which were killed by you
The damned rack of liars
Leaders of christian war
Just the moon will rise
Fire will show a way
My hand will not tremble
Your temples to turn
Wolf's howl and the raven's cry shine warriors
The hated crowd fire is burning out
Drops of blood on lips - fight will come soon
The damned tribe will exterminate imperious Thor's hammer
Vainly you are shaking
Rescuing your soul
Peals of new war
Will find your souls in paradise
Behind your back stands
Not the god, but the world Snake
The deeds in glory of the Christ
Will be interrupted by shout: "Kill!!!"


2. MY BEAST

Stick your canine into alien's flesh
Pierce by arrow fetters of dream
Pass through lie, not having sunk
Shroud in fear heaven
Gray-haired fog, cover me
From gray streets of the cities
Breath of a beast, shine of a spear
Horrifies the world of slaves
Life continues in ice
I shall be always proud
Beast seeds in souls fear
The beast will never die
Taken only a sip of force
I ask nothing
I leave your world
Into a kingdom of beasts I go
The bloody trace will disappear again
Under snow pile is a rest
Exempted by fetters
Wolf's howl carry me away


3. THE SON OF PROGRESS

Masses cover a crude granite
The wood is covered by fresh leafage
How perfectly blood is burning
Under the heel of gray-haired sky
Wild shout - and you are killed
The proud beast rescue forest
You wished to go forward
Don't care of the old world
Broke off alive flesh
The son of progress, your idol
The firmament will become dark
All earth - the land of tombs
We shall ascend, raising banners of fight
Our fire devours the center of vanity
The black rain fed the rests (remnants) of tops
Who are you? in your souls breath of machines
In your hearts breath of machines
By lie boils your pale blood
The son of progress guide you
In terrible chaos, again and again
Rise, regain, the strayed tribe
Let alive blood flows


4. BERSERKER

Look at crosses - they are not yours
Your axe will take away from enemies their paradise
Herd of white sheep are on a throat in blood
Of wolves they will die - on fight arise
We stand in darkness, and we do not have tears
We worship Thor, instead of yours christ
And the fire burn - ice will not melt
Those who believed in paradise, immediately will die
And the people stand, blindly looking upward
On knees, christian slave!
And altar is burning - on a cross is Jesus
It's for you an idol, for me he is a coward
Again blood and fire, berserker arise!
Again Odin in soul, and appeals Thor
Your axe is brought on poor paradise
Again wolves carrx for sheeps terror


5. ROTTEN HOLE

Eternal rest of the severe ground
Granite grin of cold blood
By heavy wall gloomcome down
Crimson water will wash fear
Under oppression of hidden eyes
You go in rotten hole
You go, as if you are king
Not knowing, whose power is here
You break another's rest, carry trouble with you
The huge polar wolf has sensed you far off
Wild howl has broken off silence
Fierce wave gone in a bottom
You see now a hatred grin
In a rotten hole he waited for you
Now this fear has turned to a nightmare
Tears you body taiga drakkar
To migh^ty beast your sight is not terrible
From here nobody will return back
Blood has spread on grass and moss
The body went on food to wolves
The one who will disturb sacred rest
Will be tormented by invisible hand


6. KARACHUN

Cut on eyes - you feel a pain
Ice covers under your leg
Ominous nightmare of a frosty dawn
The whiteness cuts an eye from within
Blood cool down, but it's no fire
When the gray-haired old man looks at you
In alive he will leave those who are devoted to him
But you - a fool, you trusted your mongrel
Freezing in snow, you can not struggle with him
Karachun is malicious, there is nobody more strong
Our roots in snow, our branches in a dungeon
And going on ice, am not afraid to stumble
Don't forget to ask your god to rescue you
My impact by the sword, will be exact in a breast
Blood cool down, but it's no fire
When the gray-haired old man looks at you
When the lord of ice opens a feast
The church idol can make nothing


7. DARK SHINE OF SCALES

Your bridge on fire, brains are broken by grief
Hatred is torn upwards, flesh meeting with steel
Herd of sheep by the river stream on an executioner's block
Rusty axe, cut to pieces, heads of them
I accept fight, and my death, will be a near
I shall be poisoned with black snake poison
Powerful vaults of walls, creatures of rotten
Again blind the world, giving rise only humility
Winds carry reflection of rocks
The cold will warm wolf's blood
I choose a beast grin
You on knees are lowered again
Freshen leaves will cover bodies
Tree - rage, in a name of war
Horses - violent, gnaw a bit
The dark blue sky in the domination of moon
Where are you? where my dark lord?
Where is your grin, dark shine of scales?
More fire, more rains!
In the sea of blood you will bathe


8. IN ETERNAL REST

The black raven turns above gray-haired mountain
People in gray skins will not find rest
The white swan is torning out from steel fetters
Warriors of light against malicious wolves
Against regiments stand in lines, fight has started
Scarlett garss grow on a field
The fear replaced with rage, blood streamed like river
Hundreds brave soldiers will find a rest
Death as bright star
Will lead us in eternal rest
Blood becomes water
That flows in eternal rest
The world will become ashe
The way yours lays in eternal rest
The world raves war
To leave in eternal rest
By eternal funeral feast
Boils human tribe
As black raven
Flies mad time
The gray wolf lives in darkness
And breathes by full moon
White swan is floating
The cradle of madness
Death streams through a granite
By fiery avalanche
Buries under itself
Brave regiments
New nuclear plague
The earth absorbesAnd mad war
Is proudly sung
And the eternal massacre step toward earth
Century of the computer systems, is new poison
Swords do not shine already, the raven is not turned
To mankind to not stop


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