What founts of light are breaking forth Streaming up this winter sky? The night's hiding her silver crown What fires in thy cold bosom dwell? A glorious wonder to the Raven's eye There's always silence above the Volga As corpses decorate her waves The silent stars over frozen graves Watch as darkness merges to her silhouette On a frigid night cold blood flows In Volga's Veins In tribulation As silver meadows bear witness To the cannons' cry Through the frost lie corpses exposed The Volga's vein Pulsating arrow of the land Blood-spangled face of Mother to the graveyards With birds of pray circling above the shallow tombs Charred birches drown in dust Frozen graves in thousand forms and thousand ways Stars severed down, the stretching Blaze scorched the fields Hungry faces fed with bombs All dignity is raped Armies drown in icy waves their pride wrecked And burned behind Heard the priest with madness in his voice Choke out his decree In the fields of pandemonium On blood soaked ground There's no land beyond the Volga And sadness above her restless head As fighting rages in her chest And Kremlin gives order to destroy At any cost Blood red foam Foreys Volga's veins In conflagration As silver meadows bear witness to the cannons'cry Through the frost sleep corpses exposed The Volga's vein Pulsating arrow of the land Blood-spangled face of Mother to the graveyards With birds of pray circling above the shallow tombs In tribulation Silver birches die Drowning in dust...