Текст песни Алконост - Время ярости

Smoke into the sky Praschurov memory.
Bones ashes to the darkness of the earth.
Those bonfires are burial flames
Have taken away the days gone by.
To the memory of that. cried every warrior.
To those. whose fire is in living blood.
To be worthy of their ancient strength.
Blood boiled in days gone by.
Time of Rage glowing joy.
Of songs of anger, pure flame ...
The sun is hot in the days of former youth.
Hot blood of the ancient kind.
A ringing song in the thoughts of the past.
The cry of the gods with the golden sun!
Epic words blown in the field
Looking for a heart beyond the ages.
Then courage boiled in the eyes!
In the abusive battle, the expanse of the sword!
Strong glory, intoxicating brew.
The blood was hot with rage.
Time of Rage glowing joy.
Of songs of anger, pure flame ...
The sun is hot in the days of former youth.
The hot blood of the Ancient One.
Call of the storm, the hour of the covenant!
Give me the strength of the voice of the Dawn!
Give me strength Mother earth!
Turn me like a firmament!
Give me strength River sister:
I will rise in a free wave!
Give me strength, brother steppe eagle
With a brother in the wind Strengthen your wing!
Give me the power of Ancestor Fire!
Tempered my sword! Strengthen with fire!
By your strength, Call of the Dawn.
Give me strength the source of Light!