Текст песни Веретрагор - Проклятие

Gloom spews foul mist
At dusk cemetery phosphorus breathing.
Night reveals a naive deception:
It is not the dead are still alive!
The old vaults full of bitter tears,
Groaning deceased in the cold of the night:
In the northern sky twinkling stars
He says the desire power.
Wraith laughs in the depths of caves,
The wicked joy host distinctly.
It turns out the monstrous beast from the sea,
Once again, the snow bloodstains.
Hordes of the undead crawled out into the world,
The course awakens the dead people.
Again begins a festive feast:
Crackling razgryzaniya juicy bone.
Curse on the heads of our enemies,
Nightmares and terrible torments,
Rotting reason sickly brain.
Let die promiscuous bitch!