Текст песни Ария - Крещенье огнём

The ancient groves are full of voices
Whispers of Herbs and Stones
To the north there is smoke from the fires
The enemy is scouring in that direction
The spirits of thunder strike the drum
Lightnings are kicking us with swords
We will sacrifice to the gods
Blood will be given to us

Against us - the shine of Byzantine churches
Lushness of feasts and gifts
We commit the death of our children
Knowing the cruelty of enemies
Signs of the Moon threaten us with trouble
Arrows sing about one thing
The choice is cruel - baptism with water
Or the baptism of fire!

We, mad with anger, fought
Believing in the immortality of souls
Will not perish with a handful of earth
A guard in the heavenly garden
Down the river idols swim
There is no one to bow to them
We are no more - is it worth living
In the world baptized in fire ...

Ancient groves are silent for centuries
In a world baptized in fire.