Слова: Таур, Blind; Музыка: Таур

 

When the cold northern wind will terribly blow,

And snow will cover meadows and hills,

I’ll come to the land of raging snow-storm,

And sword will be strongly kept in my fingers…

 

The wind will sing its song in my ears,

And thick snowfall will blind my eyes,

Frost will penetrate into my bones,

My thoughts and ideas will be full of vice…

 

Blow! Blow! Cold wind

That will take my soul

To the land of white death!

 

Blow! Bow! My thin cloak,

That’s covered with snow,

Is colder then ash!

 

(~~~Solo~~~)

 

And I will turn my eyes to sky,

The drops of blood will fall on snow,

I’ll give them names of fallen knights,

That’ll never see their own homes…

 

The snowflakes won’t melt on my face,

The crown of ice will cover my head…

I’ll sing the hymn of northern desert,

And sword will ring the hymn of death…

 

Blow! Blow! Cold wind

That will take my soul

To the land of white death!

 

Blow! Bow! My thin cloak,

That’s covered with snow,

Is colder then ash…