What founts of light are breaking forth
Streaming up this winter sky?
The night's hiding her silver crown
What fires in thy cold bosom dwell?
A glorious wonder to the Raven's eye
There's always silence above the Volga
As corpses decorate her waves
The silent stars over frozen graves
Watch as darkness merges to her silhouette
On a frigid night cold blood flows
In Volga's Veins
In tribulation
As silver meadows bear witness
To the cannons' cry
Through the frost lie corpses exposed
The Volga's vein
Pulsating arrow of the land
Blood-spangled face of Mother to the graveyards
With birds of pray circling above the shallow tombs
Charred birches drown in dust
Frozen graves in thousand forms and thousand ways
Stars severed down, the stretching
Blaze scorched the fields
Hungry faces fed with bombs
All dignity is raped
Armies drown in icy waves their pride wrecked
And burned behind
Heard the priest with madness in his voice
Choke out his decree
In the fields of pandemonium
On blood soaked ground
There's no land beyond the Volga
And sadness above her restless head
As fighting rages in her chest
And Kremlin gives order to destroy
At any cost
Blood red foam
Foreys Volga's veins
In conflagration
As silver meadows bear witness to the cannons'cry
Through the frost sleep corpses exposed
The Volga's vein
Pulsating arrow of the land
Blood-spangled face of Mother to the graveyards
With birds of pray circling above the shallow tombs
In tribulation
Silver birches die
Drowning in dust
