Текст песни Фэалиндэ - Еретичка

Tell me, my sister,
Burning eyes bitter smoke of the fire
What do you think about such a fate
And on the square people sing

Tell me, my sister,
Will we live until the morning
Or we will fade before dawn
And on the square people sing

Hey, townspeople, drink yes sing

Money for the parish, heretics for the fire

Hey, townspeople, drink and have fun,

Sorceress blasphemers burn in the morning

Blood freezes on lips
No, do not see us more dreams
On the same path of life is not found
And on the streets the people sing

Do not whisper, monk, about the soul,
We drink will bring in the bucket
Drink poison to the bottom, I'll burn one
And on the square people sing

etc.

Menesthel sings in flames
Where are your songs, people?
City dances, escort us
And with the dawn of death in the city goes

So answer, my sister,
Far eh before the fire
Ice cuts its feet, but the soul sings
And with the dawn of death in the city goes ...