"Ночные крылья"
Крылья ночи – летят сквозь небо
И бросают свою тень на тех, кто на рассвете умрёт.
Вдали большой обширный лес, лежащий на заброшенной земле,
Управляя людьми, находящихся под властью руки Сатаны.
Жаждущий всей крови, капающей со священных камней
И с тёмных обрядов в чернейшем ночном часу.
Кошмары спорят из-за темнейшего благословения и высшей энергии.
И мантия энергии грядущего первенца,
Того, кто жаждет зла и всех видов человеческого чувственного презрения,
Того, кто пил кровь своего отца и оставлял его врагам разодранным и распоротым,
И, который король залов в выси, с тех пор как был покинут.
Ты когда-нибудь хотел узнать, что вдали человеческой сферы,
Созерцать жизнь через смертельные тёмные завесы из берлоги демонов,
Стоять выше вечного покоя и каждую ночь вставать из своей могилы
И наблюдать жизнь тех, кто с зубами родился из чрева своих матерей.
Ибо я – смерть, и ты таким будешь,
Когда на крыльях ночи ты поедешь со мной.
Запоры войны открыты чародеем вампиров
С опасными клыками, с которых течёт кровь.
Ночные крылья – штурм через вечность.
И разрывает на части тех, кто падает от человеческих насмешек.
Внутри замковых стен притаилось зло,
Которое с мудрецами сделало наставника, дающего кровь богов наилучшим людям.
Он, кто владеет даром, от которого дрожь по спине,
И пробуждает людей, кто идёт прочь от смертельного мирового упадка.
Он свирепое творение, которое нагоняет на ангелов страх,
Кто видит боль как страсть и жизнь – в войне со смертной расой.
Его гроб на любой лошади подобен шагающей горе.
Он идёт будить дьявола из его сна.
Запоры войны открыты чародеем вампиров
С опасными клыками, с которых течёт кровь.
Тянущий из нашего хрупкого существования когтями смерти,
Вызывает косящую и чувствует дыхание жнеца,
Пройдет туннель обратно, когда ты, первый из живущих, будешь зарезан.
И тогда все смертные чувствующие прекратили свои страдания,
Ибо я – темнота и ты таким будешь.
Как на крыльях ночи ты проедешь со мной.
Nightwing - fly across the sky
And cast your shadow over those who before dawn will die
Beyond a great vast forest lies the desolate land
Ruled by men controlled by Satans hand
Craving for the ever blood dripping saints stone
And with dark rites in the nights blackest hour
Nightmares strife for the darksides blessing and the higher power
And the mantel of power should be shouldered by the firstborn
The one who crave evil and all kinds of human feelings scorn
He who drank his fathers blood and leaves his foes ripped and torn
And which the king halls up high since long forlorn
Have you ever wondered what's beyond the human sphere
To behold life through deaths dark veils from the demons lair
To stand above the eternal rest and every night rise up from your tomb
And behold life like the ones who with teeth was born from their mothers womb
For I am death and so you shall be
When on the nightwing you ride with me
The warlocks deciple, enchanter of ghouls
With exposed fangs from which the blood drouls
Nightwing - storm through eternity
And rip asunder those who fall for the human mockery
Within the massive castlewalls lurks the evil now again
Which with wise men made a truse by giving the blood of gods best men
He who possessess the gift which sends shivers down the spine
And awaken people who step away from the mortal worlds decline
He is the fierce creature which the angels fear to chase
Who see pain as passion and lives at war with the mortal race
His tomb is for any horse to cross like a mountain step
He has come to awake the devil from his sleep
The warlocks deciple, enchanter of ghouls
With exposed fangs from which the blood drouls
Pulled from our frail existence by the claws of death
To defy the scythe and feel the reapers breath
To walk the tunnel backwards when you first life has bee
"Night Wings"
Night Wings - fly through the sky
And they throw their shadow at those who die at dawn.
In the distance, a large vast forest lying on abandoned land,
Managing people under the rule of Satan's hands.
Longing all the blood dripping from the sacred stones
And from dark rites at a black night hour.
Nightmares argue due to the darkest blessing and higher energy.
And the energy mantle of the coming first -born,
The one who longs for evil and all types of human sensual contempt,
The one who drank the blood of his father and left him to the enemies torn and pissed,
And, who is the king of the halls in the Vosi, since he was left.
You someday wanted to know that in the distance the human sphere,
To contemplate life through deadly dark curtains from the den of demons,
Stand above the eternal peace and get out of your grave every night
And to observe the life of those who were born with their teeth from the womb of their mothers.
For I am death, and you will be like that
When you go with me on the wings of the night.
Constipation of the war are opened by a sorcerer of vampires
With dangerous fangs from which blood flows.
Night wings - storming through eternity.
And it torn to pieces of those who fall from human ridicule.
Evil was lurked inside the castle walls,
Which with the sages made a mentor who gives the blood of the gods to the best people.
He, who owns the gift, from whom trembling on the back,
And awakens people who are going away from the deadly world decline.
He is a ferocious creation that is on the angels of fear,
Who sees pain as passion and life - in the war with the mortal race.
His coffin on any horse is like walking grief.
He goes to wake the devil from his sleep.
Constipation of the war are opened by a sorcerer of vampires
With dangerous fangs from which blood flows.
Pulling from our fragile existence with claws of death,
Causes a mowing one and feels the breath of the step,
The tunnel will pass back when you, the first of the living, will be stabbed.
And then all mortal sensors ceased their suffering,
For I am the darkness and you will be like that.
As on the wings of the night you will pass with me.
Nightwing - Fly Across the Sky
And Cast Your Shadow Over Those Who Before Dawn Will Die
Beyond a Great Vast Forest Lies The Deslate Land
Ruled by Men Controlled by Satans Hand
Craining for the Ever Blood Driping Saints Stone
And with dark rites in the Nights Blackest Hour
Nightmares Strife for the Darksides Blassing and the Higher Power
And the Mantel of Power Shoup Be Shoulradered by the firstborn
The One Who Crave Evil and All Kinds of Human Feelings Scorn
He Who Drank His Fathers Blood and Leaves His Foes Rippeed and Torn
And Which The King Halls Up High Since Long Forlorn
Havy You Ever Wondered What's Beond The Human Sphere
To Behold Life Through Deaths Dark Veils from the Demons Lair
To Stand ABOVE THE ETERNAL REST and EVEN NIGHT RISE UP From Your Tomb
And Behold Life Like the One with Teeeth From Their Mothers Womb
For i am death and so you shall be
Wen on the nightwing you ride with me
The Warlocks Deciple, Enchanter of Ghouls
With Exposed Fangs from Which The Blood Drouls
Nightwing - Storm Through Eternity
And rip asunder Those Who Fall for the Human Mockery
Within the Massive Castlewalls Lurks The Evil Now AGain
Which with Wise Men Made a Truse by Giving the Blood of Gods Best Men
He Who Possessess The Gift Which Sends Shivers Down The Spine
And AWAKEN PEOPLE WHO STEP AWAY FROM THE MORTAL WorldS Decline
He is the fierce Creature Which The Angels Fear To Chase
Who See Pain as Passion and Lives at War with The Mortal Race
HIS Tomb Is For Any Horse to Cross Like A Mountain Step
He has come to awake the devil from her Sleep
The Warlocks Deciple, Enchanter of Ghouls
With Exposed Fangs from Which The Blood Drouls
Pulled from OUR Frail Existence by the Claws of Death
To Defy The Scythe and Feel The Reapers Breath
To Walk The Tunnel BackWarts When You First Life Has Bee
