The black city is cut endlong.
Knife-pierced guts, unkind fate.
The black city, a torn collar,
Taken through gate holes by the throat!
This snake hole is stuffed with torture
Of the doomed and unavenged –
And right now in its fat belly
Boiling bloodbath’s in full spate!
The black blades of the Serpent are biting! They’re biting in the iron night clangs!
We’ve come to make drunk our swords for redemption and to draw the Snake’s fangs!
Darkness’s sparkling with damask slashing
In dirty holes of pitchy night streets!
Arrows sting with avengement,
Blades strike for having revenge!
Calloused hands took by the black throat,
Our palms became coarsened in this bloodbath,
We will hear in our waking hours
Your spinal bones’ crackle before you die!
Look at a whirl, it has turned to scarlet – the whirling chaos of enraged blades!
We came to warm up our merciless souls at foreign fire and flames!
The dance of crooked sabers is over,
They can’t overpower our swords.
Our swords’re sated with foe blood,
Drained the bitter blood cup to the dregs!
We appeared with storming rampage –
North the Warrior, North The ‘Venger!
We arrived for a red wergild
And, without measuring, took it in full!
Holes of black became empty – there are no more knots of black snakes.
They’ll be buried by ravenous creatures – with raven beaks and with wolfish fangs!