Fumes in the sky, in the cloudy arch
Dusk in the woods, in the coniferous thickets
Haze in the fi elds, in the boundless dales
Cold in the mountains, on the rocky cliffs...
Echoes in the limitless expanse
Like waterfall spilled from the height,
The song is sung, the heart forms steel,
This is round dance of the Nav’, the Wild Hunt.
Sing, Sing — the smell of the forest,
Sing, Sing — through the nightly thicket,
Sing, Sing — the wolf’s howling,
Sing, Sing — ardent and evil,
Drink, drink — the wind blow,
Drink, drink — the shadows dance,
Drink, drink — to inspire sorcery,
Drink, drink — of your strength.
The violent summon sounds around
Spirits of the Nav’ are tearing the edges of the subtle world
Song-Anthem of the forgotten syllable
Awakes the innermost thought.
Shadows of ancestors gleams between the trunks
They fi ll the circle of its ancient power
And the fl ame will be fl ickering by the fi ery blizzard
The whole world will begin to spin in the dance.
Donation was burned in the sacrifi cial fi re
Warriors of the genus are returned into its own memory,
Veles fl ashed in the darkness
He will be as the beast — he will be left a trace.
Look here, look here —
Your will is going to be strong,
Come here, come here —
Here begins your life,
Run to here, run to here —
Your wisdom becomes acute.
Fly to here, fl y to here —
Wings of blizzard of dark ice!
Illusive souls over the dark earth
Free as the wind, the wind of night,
Spirits of Nav’ fl ies over the black water
At a meeting with the sunrise, at the battle with the sunset.
Memory spins the fates by the eternity,
Realm of the Nav’, spindle of the Makosh-fate
By oblivion of centuries is wanes the consciousness
And the thread of objective reality
is being spilled with the silver...
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