Bài hát Arkhangelsk Báo Lỗi

Willed by winter's so called frost

Fix the in anxieties from grip

The frost that burned the honorees

Underneath the heavy clouds

The lifted sword, the broken shield

The hand that drew the final word

From the frozen mouth of Arkhangelsk


Let them go, let them burn the world to cinders

Let the rats run down

Falling through the tungsten skies

The burning clouds of Arkhangelsk


To the eye of judgement now

What will stand when time of the end (time of the end)?


Center stone, into fire

All to nothing and nothing to lose

They gather groaning to the souls

Of the grinding wheels of Arkhangelsk


With one word, one movement in the fabric

Everything dies

The storm that sweeps the world away

From the frozen plains of Arkhangelsk


Inherit from the morning star

What others brought

And the land, forgot


Soaring through van allen belts

Through blazing stars, through dying suns

Collide not now, but carry us

Through the burning air of Arkhangelsk