Karachun کے بول

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