The shores of darkness and the spirit are immortal.
Calm when the wings of the crane tremble.
In the dark, souls cry out of happiness.
Her message shines like a scythe.
They love when a person is divided,
And the scythe is called after the crow.
The crow invites and considers the depth
Determines its value when anger his eyes are bright.
We are only his shadow, Death inside,
When the crow flies - Death outside.
He darkened the ice with his sharp claws,
He can carry him along the paths of the valley.
We are waiting for him, longing and silent...
Let him go. praise us! That's why we love him.
His glance, touch I will give you,
I will give him the fall of life.

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