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