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