Blizzard of Shades
My call flies over paths of beasts
Through the black dales and through the dark woods.
My words are turned into ice-birds,
In the snowy needles that is creeping along the ground.
With the frozen dew, with the silver dust,
I will open the way with the forgotten words,
With the dark wisdom of the depths of the forest
And the strength of native Russian blood.
At my service i summon
All the power of coldness and chaos of another world.
In the frost of fog and in a dark woods
Begins this mystical song...
The word turns into the demolishing vortex
And shadows of the past begins to spin in the dance.
They have revive with the strength of appearance,
With the breath of death and with the coldness after death.
With a quiet step storm is approaching
Along an invisible path and along the road leading to eternal sleep.
Ice-covered branches are transformed
Into steel blades with frozen blood inside.
A wonderful breath of death
Forms patterned sparks and cold shades.
They burn and fl icker under invisible light
And convey the sound of unheard song.
I will open the way for the disembodied spirits,
With the help of woven twigs of runic signs.
Blizzard rise in the darkness covered with frost.
She slowly draws and is bound by steely frost.
Wings of my blizzard stretch, with all the power of coldness,
With the authority of ice and snow.
She will turn out the master of death
By the shadows dance around the eternal sleeping winter.
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