Echoes of the bloody battle to the sound let him wash
My beloved's bloody body
Amidst the songs of the distant afterlife
Let him hear my call
The soul shall sleep with the thorn of despair dance
She is covered by Mary's dark veil
She flies away in the depths of the mortal depths
Freed from the shackles of the flesh
Wolf's cry, the ballad of the dead
Echo he carries it through centuries of fog
In front of us Veles - god
Who guards the gates of Navia
Around the glory of those warriors
Who died defending the House

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