black-maned raven,
The cup of blood is full
Drain it to the bottom
I'm thirsty to the fullest.

The taste of iron in the mouth
Well, let! Well, let
Flesh claws tear
Tearing greedily chest.

Where the soldier fell
Where many corpses lie,
Covered with dew weeds,
The color of the dew is so purple.

Form in the blood, in the dirt.
The smell of death across the steppe
Dances with the winds.
The virgin descends from heaven.

The last soldier dies
From the wound, life flows.
The hand grips the rifle.
But the pace of death is easy.

And now before my eyes
The sun shines with rays.
A face fell into the weeds...
And here is Valhalla's door