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

Sagas of Midwinter Solstice Darkest nights, longest nights, freezing and crystal clear;  Caressing stars on the sky canvas shimmering  Ancient, eternal, immortal, mysterious  Sagas of Midwinter Solstice they’re whispering.  Hail to Thee, Thou, the Three-Hypostatic One!  Blessing our Mother Earth with sunshine welcoming!  Cast away darkness that covers our sacred paths,  Fill our souls with Thy love, bright and radiant How can we sleep in the midst of this magic time?  What can we do as the circle of life goes on?  Best thing is saying sweet words to the nearest ones,  Sending warm thoughts to those who are far away  Let us rejoice in a fiery circle dance  Casting night spirits away with the ringing bells  Dead of the night will deliver the Newborn Sun  With blushing lanites that melt away ice and snow Hail to Thee, Thou! The Three-Hypostatic One!  Blessing our Mother Earth with Thy light welcoming!  Cast away darkness that covers our sacred paths,  Fill our souls with Thy love, bright and radiant

go away Rising in the spirit of fumes Ghosts of the dead swamps The dark sun is rising shrouded Gray ash mist Rhizomes entangled Dampness of the earth sprouting grass Or stormy merging flow Frozen statues In the arms of stone ores Glare of dark water What feeds the streams Played in the rays spun In a seductive dance What steals your eye Along with the leaves Sun and the smell of warm nights Into the abyss of whirlpools And in the cracks of the crust The earth breathed Giving your steam Stone, tree, sky-alive Kiss of Nature.