After The Battle

I stood, all surrounded with gloom, there was only black shadows around me

The moon rose over the horizon, and the stars reflected in my eyes

And listening I had a feeling, the earth is choking, the smell of burn

And sweet'n'sour taste of death, the moon reflects bloody gleams

In the quiet of the silence, no solitude shall be

For here are buried forever, those whom one shall not forget

Their souls piercing the skies of black, the icy moon, the sea of bright stars

Fills night with its deadened light, of rays of pain and fire

The time of prophet's visions has filled my spirit

The thoughts that never can get ease, like a blood wasted steel

A wind, the sigh of Stribog, the hill is the name of the fallen

Black mist in the high, the mystery in the dark of the world.