Always when the twilight came And the mist appeared They arrived with smoke and fire Then and then only Fiery serpent, primeval heat primitive force of the Earth's spirits Undefiled by blood of the Anointed Still powerful, dressed in aura of fear Blood was running, heads were rolling Some of them become chalices But no blood was ever drunk We are the power of heavens, we are the substance of earth They say, that the specters guide the mists There were no apparitions, nor deceased Viperion Ardant, son snake blazing wolf Army of the hurricane commanded by the king of ravens On the throne of ashes lunar prince Black heart pulsates with lava Whole strength, force of living tree was devoured by dead waves In the endless depths of Neda. Fortunate is the one, at whom they not look with reproach. Lord of Justice delights with them! Withdraw and leave your poison Who would like to remember About another order of things Who in the age marked by light Will remember the king of serpents?