Dawn of blood-red brought raging storm and howling
Wolfs from far-off Siberian hell...
Land of anguish wore colour of mourning
And stain of its own blood for a long frozen spell
Dawn of blood-red brought raging storm and crawling
Snake of Justice Hater to strangulate the land
To burn out the dreams, to sound the symphonies of bloodshed
by his unholy words, by the sword in his hand
...and The Preachers of the Might prayed on and on
they closed their eyes and let the Work be done
The Pale Horse's Rider rode across the land
...and Hell followed with him...
