To the shadows of ancient trees, moss, and autumn leaves To austere ridges, sharp rocks, frozen streams, and the wind howling over bare summits To thunderstorms and feverish full-moon nights Red wine and brazen days To the mysteries of knowledge, the scent of an old book To resistance - no matter how vain To sacrifices with the taste of rotten blood To comrades, never to be forgotten And lest we forget the Holy Dead To the burning light of Lucifer, blinding the eye and liberating the heart! To the veil between divinity and man The Devil! Yes! To the abhorrent lord of this earth, hearken to the long defeat