Текст песни Хвангур - Морок

Hearth - dark wood
Yarosolnce - calling
Spirits of the night choose
From streams and marshes of rotten.

On the banks of the lakes of the bottomless
In the deaf people unsociable,
The beast is unloved,
The Magi were gathered.
Tales of heroes
And magicians of ancient times
The bellies that gave away the Mare
For the Aryan native Earth:

"Glory to the Ancestors - the white Rosam!
Absorbed with blood, then
Earth Mother, what gives birth
The proud heroes of the fearless. "

They kindled a great fire,
We were going to Kolo. Ancient
The songs began to sound,
That they create the spell dashingly.
Whirlwind of the mighty whirled
Yes, I was drawn into the black cloud,
What rose above the forest
Starry sky wolf.

The elders are exhausted at once
We lay down on the ground cheese,
What took their relics
Covering your body.
A magical death flew
Growing in the dark sky
The purpose of her is to marry the enemy
Cleansing Russia Veliku!