Ветры злые - Rotting Christ

Pray, for the earth, for the forest, for the fire

Call all the spirits of the globe and desire

All power that comes from within

Crimes, in the name of the gods and the power

Now, I feel that brightest hour

To come back to life after being dead

Hail to the gods of fire and hail

Hail to the gods of pyre and hail

Hail to the earth, to the air, to the rain

Thanks to the gods for the air I breathe

Gods of the earth

In our eternal touch with the nature

We see communions of life and death

We see their joyous inseparable unity

We learn that life is as beautiful as death