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NOKTURNAL MORTUM LYRICS
"NeChrist" (1999)
1. The Funeral Wind Born in Oriana
2. Night Before the Fight
3. Black Raven
4. The Call of Aryan Spirit
5. The Child of Swamps and Full Moon
6. Death Damnation
7. In the Fire of the Wooden Churches
8. Jesus' Blood
9. Nechrist: The Dance of Swords
10. Perun's Celestial Silver
1. The Funeral Wind Born in Oriana
THE FUNERAL WINDS BORN IN ORIANA
(Music: Knjaz Varggoth, Saturious / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)
The blood is in wolf footprint
The hunter has won his hunger
His howling is heard in the night
Among the mist and the moonlight
The sound of the huge trembita
Is echoed away from the carpathians
We announce the funerals to the still alive
World coming from the boreal land we won many nations
We are everywhere, we are the children of silver
Now we are trumping to have the last victory
The cries of ravens
The howling of wolves
We are the keepers of the fire
Which will burn down the heavens
The trumpets are singing
And with the rhythm of the drums
We are stepping down on this world
It was sold to the sly nation
It will die together with them
Only the ravens flying in the sky
Can see all of us
They are the only ones to see our army
Our fighting spirit and faces of hatred
In the ancient land of Oriana
We will gather together again
And our power has multiplied into thousand
We are ready to fight against judeo christianity!
We have the silver moon power in our hands
We have the rage of millions of fire in our eyes
We have the demons' hatred in our hearts
We have the pain of our ancient fathers in our souls
2. Night Before the Fight
NIGHT BEFORE THE FIGHT
(Music: Knjaz Varggoth, Saturious / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)
The wind blows through my hair
The sun hasn't risen above this field
Yet the eye of the moon stares at my face
The fear left me long ago
The army is sleeping:
I'm the only one standing on the hill staring at the darkness
Only the night shadows are sliding in the morning
For trying to find lonely nooks so as to die from the sunrise
The trees whisper each other the dreams of prophecy
And their low voices hardly touch my ears
But I won't know all the picture of the coming total war
However, the feeling inside me tells me about my victory
The spirits are on my side, they are embracing me with their arms cold like ice
Oh, great ancient ones
I'm calling you now
It's time for revenge
I'm opening gates for you
I'm holding thousand swords in my mighty hands
I'm looking with eyes of millions into deepest past!
I have the keys to all the gates of knowledges
I've gathered them all in the name of revenge, which I believe
Here is your expiation!
The sun has shown
It's insidious crown
And my eyes see
The night landscape dying
But I'm standing here,
I'm child of the moon
The angels are weeping
It's time to wake the army...
3. Black Raven
×ÅÐÍÛÉ ÂÎÐÎί
(Music: Knjaz Varggoth / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)
Êò¡¦òî âîçíåñ Áîãèíþ Ëóíó,
ËåòÂò衦 ¡¦ï÷åò, âñæÂóìîëêàåò,
×åðíûé ÂîðîîÂïðèíîñèò Òüìó,
ÈñêðüÂÎãî¡ óìèðàþ¡¦
Áîãè-îò¡¦ Áîðåàëüíûõ Çåìåëü
ÃëàâüÂñêëîíèëè ¡¦Âåëèêîꡦ¡¦ëè.
Íàâåêè îñòûëè íåäð¡¦Çåì롦
Ñòó桦Îãîí¡¦óáèâà塦
¡¦íîæíàõ ðæàâåþ¡¦Ñòàëüíûå Êëèíêè
Èõ ïðàâäèâàÿ æèçí¡¦- ¡¦¡¦Áðàííî桦ëå.
¡¦èñòèàíñêîé íîãîêÂðàñòîïòàíà Ðóñü
Ñëàâÿíñêó¡¦Âîëþ ñìåíè롦íåâîëåêÐ
Ñêâîçü Âîë÷èé ÂîêÂ- Àðèéñꡦ Êðî⡦
¡¦Âîèí áåññòðàøíûꡦâåêà óëåòà塦
Íà êðûëàòîì êîíå, ãðè⡦¡¦îãíå,
Çåì롦Ìàò󡦡¦ïîêèäàåò
¡¦èñòèàíñêèé ïàðîëü - æèäîâñêàÿ êðî⡦
×ò¡¦êðî⡦ïðîëè롦íà ëó¡¦ Êîëîâðàò¡¦
Ì塦¡¦ðóêå, ê衦¡¦íà êëèíêå -
Òàêîâà äîëæíà áûòü Ðàñïëàòà!
Ðàñïëàòà çà êðî⡦íࡦ¡¦Îò¡¦¡¦
Çà áîëü ÌàòåðåêÂÐàñïëàòà,
Çà ëæèâîñòü ð塦êÎ çà ïîñòðîéꡦ¡¦ðêâåê¯
æèäîâñêîæÂïëåìÿ äîëæíî áûòü ðàñïÿòî!
Ñëàâÿíñêàÿ ×åñò¡¦ Ãîðäîñòü ¡¦Ìåñò¡¦
Òîëüêî Âîéí¡¦äàðóåò ¡¦áåäó!
Íà ¡¦èñòèàíñêèõ êîñòÿ¡¦ÁîãëüíûêÂî÷àã
Ò ¡¦¡¦âåðøèò íࡦâðàãà졦Âåíäåòòó!
Òࡦïóñò¡¦æå îòêîâàíû áóäó¡¦Ì塦!
¡¦ñò¡¦Ùèòû î÷èùà塦Âåò塦îò ïûëè!
ÍࡦÑòÿãàìè Íࡦìè Ñîëí¡¦ âçîéä塦
Çà Ñîëí¡¦¡¦Ëóíà ïðèäàñ¡¦ÍࡦÑèëû!
Ñëàâÿíñêàÿ Ãîðäîñòü! Ñëàâÿíñêàÿ ×åñò¡¦
Ñëàâÿíñêàÿ Ìóäðîñòü! Ñëàâÿíñêàÿ Ìåñò¡¦
¡¦¡¦êîðíÿ¡¦äåðåâüåâ, ¡¦¡¦ñåòè âåòâåé,
Áîæåñòâåííûé Äࡦ- ÍࡦêÂÑèëû ðó¡¦êÃ
×åðíûé ÂîðîîÎ ×åðíåå, ¡¦¡¦Í
Òû ëåòè íࡦÇåìëåþ ÑëàâÿíñêîêÃ
ÃäæÂìîãèëû âåëèê衦Âîåâ-Îò¡¦¡¦
¡¦âøèõ êîã䡦òî îò ð󡦡¦èñòèàíñêèõ!
Ñîáåðè âîåäèí¡¦âñåõ ÑûíîâåêÎ
Ñîáåðè ¡¦ïîâåäàêÂèì ïåñí¡¦Ì
¡¦ò êࡦðàñïÿòûêÎ äûé åâðåê¯
Òîï÷åò áåññòûäí¡¦Çåì롦Òâîþ ¡¦Ì
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Black Raven
(Music: Knjaz Varggoth / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)
Kto-to voznes Boginju Lunu,
Les ticho šepšèet vse umolkaet,
Èernyj Voron prinosit Tmu,
Iskry Ognja umirajut.
Bogi – Otcy Boreal‘nych Zemel‘
Glavy sklonili v Velikoj Peèali.
Naveki octyli nedra Zemli.
Stuža Ogon‘ ubivaet.
V nožnach ržavejut Stal’nye Klinki
Ich pravdivaja žizn‘ – eto Brannoe Pole.
christianskoj nogoj rastoptana Rus‘
Slavjanskuju Volju smenili nevolej
Skvoz‘ Volèij Voj – Arijskaja Krov‘
I Voin besstrašnyj v veka uletaet,
Na krylatom kone, griva v ogne,
Zemlju Matušku pokidaet
Christianskij parol‘ – židovskaja krov‘,
Èto krov‘ prolila na luèi Kolovrata.
Meè v ruke, kiški na klinke –
Takova dolžna byt‘ Rasplata!
Rasplata za krov‘ našich Otcov,
Za bol‘ Materej Rasplata,
Za lživost‘ reèej, za postrojku cerkvej
židovskoe plemja dolžno byt‘ raspjato!
Slavjanskaja Èest‘, Gordost‘ i Mest‘
Tol’ko Vojna daruet Pobedy!
Na christianskich kostjach Bogochul’nyj oèag
Tot, èto veršit nad vragami Vendetty!
Tak pust‘ že otkovany budut Meèi!
Pust‘ Šèit‘ oèišèaet Veter ot pyli!
Nad Stjagami Našimi Solnce vzojdet,
Za Solncem Luna pridast Nam Sily!
Slavjanskaja Gordost‘! Slavjanskaja Èest‘!
Slavjanskaja Mudrost‘! Slavjanskaja Mest‘!
I v kornjach derev’ev, i v seti vetvej,
Božestvennyj Dar – Našej Sily ruèej!
Èernyj Voron, Èernee, èem Noè‘
Ty leti nad Zemlju Slavjanskoj!
Gde mogily velikich Voev – Otcov!
Pavšich kogda-to ot ruk christianskich!
Soberi voedino vsech Synovej,
Soberi i povedaj im pesnju Moju.
O tom, kak raspjatyj, dochlyj evrej
Topèet besstydno Zemlju Moju i Tvoju!
(Version in roman alphabet by Whinger - for notes: Whinger@seznam.cz)
4. The Call of Aryan Spirit
THE CALL OF ARYAN SPIRIT
(Music: Knjaz Varggoth / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)
The voice calling me into darkness,
Open the gates through which I'll leave
The call of the ancient blood calls me to fight
The call of slavonic blood
Aryan lands with the boundless expanse
Through milleniums come to me
The forests and steppers everything I own
Is given to the damned jewish tribe
My blood is calling me, and I won't calm down
Until I taste the smell of their blood
The moon whispers about the darkness
The stars are leading me through the clouds
Silver people with white skin
Are gathering to perform a rite
The wisemen are cursing on the jewish scum
And I see the white man's power!
Spit in jewish faces, cut them into pieces
Let them choke with their lie
Let the woods grow up on their corpses only white man's power!
We are the only ones to have the right for this land!
It's ours, indeed!
These rivers have been flowing together with our blood for ages
This grass has grown on the bodies of our killed warriors
Hey, stay with us, our aryan spirit!
Let our slavonic blood boil up with our hatred
Hey, our land, stay with us!
Let every step on our land turn for the damnation on jews!
White power, you have to destroy of useless tribes
Under your glorious obsession!
Because they are not people,
They are worms whose mission is only parasitism
Let the aryan spirit support us!
The war is sacred! total war!
5. The Child of Swamps and Full Moon
ÄÈÒß ÁÎËΡ¦¡¦ÏÎËÍÎËÓÍÈß
(Music: Knjaz Varggoth, Saturious / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)
¡¦Áîëîòíîé Ìãëå
àÂâèæó ãëàç Ëóíû,
Ñìîò¡¦ùèêÂòÂâûñîòû
Íà ì衦èç ïóñòîòüÐ
¡¦êðîâàâûõ êàïëÿ¡¦
ÂèäíüÂñëåäüÂòðîïüÎ
Âåäóùåꡦæåðòâå
Ñêâîçü îñòðûå ¡¦ïû.
Ãëà⡦ìëàäåí¡¦,
Ñâåò ñåðåáð¡¦
¡¦î÷¡¦ ¡¦¡¦íåâèíí¡¦
Ñìîò¡¦¡¦¡¦íåáåñà.
¡¦æèçí¡¦êðîâàâîþ ñëåçîé
Ìãíîâåíí¡¦èñòåê롦
Íî î÷¡¦â衦¡¦ñâåò,
×ò¡¦ñêðûëñÿ ¡¦Òåìíûå Ëåñà,
Òóäà, ãäæÂÌðàê ÑåäîêÎ
Òóäà, ãäæÂÕîëÇëîé.
¡¦¡¦¡¦¡¦ðîííîé Òüìå
Ðàçäàëò¡ Âîë÷èé ÂîêÜ
¡¦¡¦ëíî÷¡¦
Âñë塦çà ¡¦ëíîé ËóíîêÃ
¡¦Çàêàòó äíÿ!
¡¦Àä Îãî¡!
Âñë塦çà Âåòðîì,
ÃäæÂñîáåðóòñÿ îáëàêà,
Òóäà, ãäæÂñêðûëàñü Í îò äíÿ,
Òóäà, ãä桦ëí¡¦ Ëóíà.
Õîë¡¦Ñåð䡦,
Àä ¡¦Ãðó䡦
¡¦Ãîë ¡¦¡¦ðèñóåò
Îðíàìåíò ×åñò¡¦
Ìèðó ë桦- êðåñ¡¦¡¦ïëåò¡¦
Âî èìÿ ÍࡦêÂËþòîêÂÌåñò¡¦
Îí¡¦èäóò íà çàïࡦÍ,
(Òóäà), ãäæÂêðîâüþ îìûòüÂÁîëÁåðåãà,
ÃäæÂæåðòâà îñòàâëåí¡¦Èì,
Òóäà, ãäæÂðîäèëñÿ ÐåáåíÇ롦
ÂåëèêèêÂÑòàðåö
ÎáðîíèìÂáðèëëèàíòãîðñòü,
Óñûïàë è졦
Òüìó ¡¦Í.
Òî ÂîëꡦÃëàç
Ãîð衦áðèëëèàíò¡¦Ìèðå Í,
Òî ×åðíûé Ñòàðåö ñìîòð衦
¡¦ì衦Çåìíîé ïî Âîë÷üè.
àÂâèæó Ä衦 Áîë
ÐîæäåííîæÂçäåñ¡¦¡¦ñåé÷àñ.
¡¦ãëàçàõ å㡦Òîïè Áîë
Çåëåíü âñåé ×åðíîé ÇëîáüÐ
Íåíàâèñò¡¦èñ¡¦ä衦îò Í衦
¡¦îêì¡òèæÂÒåìíîé ¡¦ðîäû.
Âîë÷èöüÂêîðìÿ¡¦
Ëóíà êóïàåò,
Òîïè ¡¦ëó¡¦,
ËåòÂëàñêà塦
¡¦¡¦¡¦êåëà Îãíå,
¡¦¡¦Æåðòâåííîì Âèíå
àÂâèæó ×åðí¡¦
ࡦ¡¦ÇàïࡦÇ롦
¡¦äåíè桦ðêâåê¯
¡¦Ñìåõ íࡦÌóêàìè ¡¦èñòà.
¡¦ãâîçäü,
×ò¡¦êðîâüþ îêðîïëåí,
Âîíçèòò¡ ¡¦ì衦
¡¦ñäîõí塦îí.
Ñêâîçü ñòîí, ñêâîçü Ãðîçü¯
Êðîâüþ âî Òüìó îïóñ¡¦òñÿ ñëåçüÐ
Ôàëü¡¦ ñìåíèò Áîëü, îïðàâäàíèå ñãíèåò,
Ñìåõ ïîäàð衦Êðî⡦
Ðàáñò⡦äó¡¦ ¡¦¡¦îïàñòü ïàä塦
Ñòàðûé Êîëäóí
¡¦¡¦àìÿ áðîñèò ðàññâ塦
Ñâî塦Ðóêîê¯
Íàëîæ衦Çàïðåò
Íà Æèçí¡¦¡¦íà Ñìåðòü.
Áîëîòà äû¡¦¡¦
Ëóíà ïîåò ¡¦ñòðࡦ.
Ñîñêó÷èëò¡ âåñü ì衦
¡¦ çàñêó÷à⡦ꡦàõæÐ
Ì衦 ïîìí¡¦¡¦ò
×ò¡¦Ðåáåíðîæäåí!
6. Death Damnation
DEATH DAMNATION
(Music: Knjaz Varggoth / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)
The lord of the abyss, multiple my power
All the demons, give me your evil power
From the place where infinity breathes with fire,
From the place where the life paths ends
Oh you, the northern wind!
Send me your violence!
Oh you, the southern wind!
Send me the heat of your deserts!
Oh you! the tornadoes of the east!
Send me your ancient wisdom!
Oh you, the wind of the west!
Show me my way!
I'm sending a worm into your soul,
I'm sending a snake into your body,
Go and eat his soul and flesh,
Oh, my damnation!
Take his life away,
Let his life drop away into the sea of oblivion
The streams from hell,
Let you take his soul and strike it on the stones of evil
Oh, great ancient ones!
Give me the lighting that's able to aim his heart
By all the forces of hell is sent this damnation of mine
Steel to steel, blood to blood
Pain to pain, life to death!
Millions of wizards look with my eyes
Millions of wisemen live with my heart
The victim won't escape the damnation
Let no shelter hide him from my spells
Don't let him survive after my blow
Don't let him move anymore
That's the damnation, that's the law!
Let it be, there's no other way,
I want you to die!
Let the pain always stay with you!
7. In the Fire of the Wooden Churches
¡¦ÎÃÍÅ ÄÅÐÅÂßÍÍÛÕ ÖÅÐÊÂÅʯ
(Music: Knjaz Varggoth / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)
ÇàêࡦíࡦÑëàâÿíñêîêÂÇåìëåé,
Âåò塦ìò¡¦¡¦èäåò,
Íå òÂì塦¡¦¡¦êîïüåì,
¡¦òÂêðåñò¡¦êàäèëáðåäåò.
×ò¡¦íåñ塦òÂêðåñò¡¦ðíåö?
Ì衦¡¦Ðàäîñò¡¦è롦ñìåðòü ðîêîâó¡¦
Ìíî㡦ë塦ñòðîèë êîçí¡¦ïîäëåö
Êࡦñãóáèò¡¦íࡦ ×åñò¡¦óäàëóþ.
¡¦íå ïðîñòî ñãóáèò¡¦
¡¦íà âåêè ñêðóòèòü
Ðóêè, ¡¦¡¦äåðæàò Ì塦 èñïðàâíî,
Òåðíîì êîëþ¡¦¡¦Ñâîáî䡦óáèò¡¦
ÁîãÎò¡¦¡¦íà æèäà ïîäìåíèò¡¦
æèäîâñêîìó ïëåìåí¡¦íå äàëè çåì롦
Âçÿòü åå ñàìè îí¡¦íå ñìîãëè,
¡¦èõ ðóêࡦÑèëà, âèäàòü, íå æèëà,
Õèòðîñòü ¡¦ïîäëîñòü ë衦ëè Ó졦
¡¦äåðåâå ñêðûòà Â塦¡¦ Ìóäðîñòü,
¡¦áóðíûõ ïîòîêࡦóòàíà Æèçí¡¦
ÃäæÏòî ¡¦äàëè, âèäíååòñÿ ¡¦àâäà,
Êîòîðó¡¦ïðÿ¡¦¡¦ðàñïÿòûêÂæ衦
Ëæèâûå ð塦 ãëàãîëèø¡¦¡¦ðíåö,
Íࡦòâîè ¡¦ðêâè íóæíüÂäëÿ Îãî¡,
È䡦ðàññêàæè ñòà䡦îâåö
¡¦ò êࡦïîìîæ塦íࡦâåðà ò⡦.
¡¦îøëè âðåìåí¡¦ ¡¦¡¦ðóîÏÇëàòîóò¯
Óøåë ïî Äíåïðó, ïîêèíó¡¦Íàð
¡¦èñòèàíñòâî ïðèøëî íà Âåëèêó¡¦Ðóñü,
¡¦áîëü¡¦¡¦Ñåð䡦¡¦êîëîêîìÂáüåò,
ÂåëèêèêÂÑëàâåí!
Âîñíü èç îêîâ!
Òâîé Âàðâàðñêèé Ì塦
¡¦êàðàåò âðàãîâ.
[ÆÈÄΡ¦!!!!!!!]
¡¦âñòàí塦Ñîëí¡¦ íࡦÇåìëåé,
¡¦à÷ ÌàòåðåêÂóéä塦¡¦áûëîæÎ
Ã¡¦êðåñòû ¡¦êóïîëà ¡¦ðêâåêÎ
Íࡦíàäî áûòü âñåãäà ñîá
8. Jesus' Blood
JESUS' BLOOD
(Music: Knjaz Varggoth, Saturious / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)
Stick the knife into the crucifixion
Let the bastard's blood wash our hands
The heavens are crying
And the bloody rain is drowning the earth
Oh you! the knjaz of forest!
Oh you! the great mother moon!
Let this time be yours!
I'm merciless!
We are going into the midnight
Our banners is rised high
The fire of damnation is glowing in my eyes
With the blood of enemies, my hatred is splashing
The teeth are gnashing inside my head the rage is spreading with pain
The rage unleashed to the bastard
Let you die! let the worms eat your name!
The cry of ravens is telling about death
The disgusting marches are under my feet
jesus is the leader of sick and slaves
The disease has to be cured!
Drink the blood of jesus!
Suck the dick of christ!
Eat up your god!
Fuck his dead flesh!
The christianity must die!
The jews are fled fucking slaves
Let you be the food for my wolves!
The bastard's face is cut by the sharp thorns
It's mutilated by his own hypocrisy he's dead!
he's fucking dead!
jesus' blood
jesus' fucking blood
9. Nechrist: The Dance of Swords
ÍÅÕÐÈÑÒÜ: ÒÀÍÅ¡¦ÌÅ×Åʯ
(Music: Knjaz Varggoth / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)
¡¦ñò¡¦ãîð衦
¡¦àìÿ ¡¦Í, ¡¦¡¦ñååò ñâåò.
Ëîæü ¡¦ðêâåêÎ ë衦 òîëüêî ¡¦ïåìÎ ¡¦Îãîí¡¦çàâ塦
àÂáèáëèþ ð⡦ ࡦåâàë íà çàêîîÐ
¡¦ñò¡¦ñãíèåò ëæèâûé âåòõèé òðîí!
Äà, ×èñòîòæÂÀðèéñêîé Êðî⡦
àÂåñòü ÇàêîîÎ àÂÕîè¡èí Çåì롦
Îãí塦- àÂâûæ㡦ìèðó ãëà硦
Ì塦¡¦- ¡¦àâäà âåðøèòò¡ Ìîÿ.
¡¦Îãîí¡¦ëæèâîñòü ñëîâ, ðàâåíñò⡦ æàëîñò¡¦
Òîëüêî Îãíþ íåïîäâëàñòíà Óñòàëîñò¡¦
Áóäó¡¦ ÑûíÂåëèêîêÂÐàñû
àÂè䡦¡¦ÁîêÂðåçàòü ¡¦ñû.
Âûðâàò¡¦ñåð䡦 ¡¦èñòèàíñêèì ïñàì
¡¦ñò¡¦áóä塦Ñèëà äàðîâàíà Íࡦ
ÌîãèëüíûêÂÕîë ¡¦¡¦ðîííûé ÒóìàîÐ
Âî âåêè âåê
Íå ïðîù¡¦ÿ ¡¦èñòèàíñêèé îáìàîÐ
Áóäü âî ÌíæÂÑèëà Çåì롦
×èñòîò¡¦Âîäû ¡¦Ñòîéêîñò¡¦Ãîðû,
Ñêîðîñòü Ñòðåëû, ÆࡦÎãî¡.
Âñåãäà áóäü ñî Ìíîé Äîáëåñòü Ìîÿ!
Ñìåðòè Ë衦
ÂîðîíèêÂÊðèê. ¡¦èñòîòÂ- ïåòÎ
æ衦ïîãàíûêÎ áåçðîäíàÿ òâàð¡¦
ÑèëîêÂÑëàâÿíñêîêÂâåðó òâîþ ïðåâðàùࡦ¡¦Ãàðü!
Ëóêàâî cìååòò¡ Ëóíà,
Ñîëí¡¦ ë衦ëîñü Äíÿ.
ÌîêÂÌ塦¡¦êðî⡦
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10. Perun's Celestial Silver
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(Music: Knjaz Varggoth, Sataroth & Wortherax in '95 / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth)
Ñêâîçü Íåáåñà ¡¦Òó¡¦
àÂíåñóñü ¡¦Ëóíå ï塦ëüíîêÐ
Ñêâîçü ÒóìàÕîë
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ÃäæÂà롦îñòü âñêðî塦Âåíû,
¡¦ÂäîðîãîêÂíåñëó÷àéíî
Âçîéä塦íà òðîí íåáåò¯
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Êࡦ¡¦îìåòåé Îãîí¡¦
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Èçáðàâ Ñâîé ¡¦òü,
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ÄࡦËóíû, ïîíèìàíèæÂÂåðû!
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Ñòî衦Ãîðà, âåðøèíîé ¡¦Íåáåñà,
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Îé, äà íå óõîäèò.
Âçëåòåòü ¡¦òî Íåáî äîñòîéíî òîëüêî Ìóæó.
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Îò ãëàç ëþäñê衦 îò ¡¦¡¦çåìíûõ,
Îò âîðîíüÿ, îò ëæèâî㡦âðàí¡¦.
Îí Ñåðåáð¡¦ÍåáåòÂîòêðî塦ñâåò¡¦
Îí Áîæü¡¦Âëàñòü îòïóñòèò îò çàïðåò¡¦
Äëÿ Ñåâ¡, äëÿ Â塦î㡦Îãî¡,
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Îòêðûâ ëàð塦òÂÍåáåñíûì Ñåðåáðîì,
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Òî Ãíåâ ¡¦ðóíà, ¡¦¡¦âðàãîâ êàðàåò.
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Âçîøåë íà Òðîí Çåì롦
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Òࡦêò¡¦æå ïðàâ?
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