I walk so slowly, and alone
Through the ruins of days gone by
Dungeons and walls soon meet
The holy sky that now bleeds in hate
These stones, have one, immortal existence
(a mysterious past)
The icy wind from the (great) north mountains
Whispers godless melodies to me now
The gray night, the black night
Thinks my kingdom in (a dense) darkness
In this deadly atmosphere I feel
The majestic presence of this imperial age
Devilish songs that my black heart
To the greatеst Sabbath brings....
...To the ruins of evil: to my cave
Thе tomb of horror!
In the deep woods
Tell me the prophets their misty thoughts
Let us now leave this sad lament
Let us think again of the witch's curse
And of the noble values of our ancestors!