Богатырь - в преддверии красного огня - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

On the eve of the red fire on the eve of thunder, all the clouds opened again, God's gates opened, in pitch darkness there in the depths, drove the wolf like a lamb and life whined on a needle a shot loudly, in his hands squealed the lands, the Earth was grinded from a thunderstorm at night, evil dogs shouted at night. The wolf fled in the abyss of darkness, your eyes in the darkness but not delirious and you yourself decide your fate of mesy death and fire again revive you, your sharp gaze of the leader howl and the new world in front of you will know your sharpness as a needle as a needle as a needle