На Север [Na Sever] [English translation]

On a foreing shores -

Plexus of steel and sky.

In someone's eyes -

Plexus of pain and anger.

Hey-oh! Swirls are cutted open with weaves of wings.

In howl of the winds we heard the songs of the last Valkyries.

The sky is ripped open,

The waves are cutted open with a dragon's maw.

It's light or a wind

That's piercing ringing rigging now.

And the Moon -

I've been waiting for her, and loved her as my bride.

We've no time to sleep:

We're children of gods - our fait is clear.

In our eyes -

Sharp edges of eternal ice.

On our fangs -

Water smells with a fresh blood.

See the blades

Flashing through the moans of ripped night.

A farewell to a life,

That became shortet than a moment.1

Forever chase.

Our faith is to fly over the sea forever.

Pale norns are whispering:

"Take North, you're wearing gray, you're a beasts!"

But when the first sun beam

Slides ower the cold water,

Meet us, our faitfull ones -

We're going home!

We're going home!

We're going home!

Meet your warriors, WOTAN!

We're going home!

But on those shores -

Plexus of steel and sky.

In dead's eyes -

Plexus of pain and anger.

Steel and sky. Pain and anger.

Light or wind.

Take North, you're wearing gray, you're a beasts, take North

1. a bit different version of the song