Army comes with blizzard strikes,
Times of white cold on the earth descend
Troops of wolves will cheer up
And raise the banner with it’s face.

Oh, great equinox!

January night froze up for century,
World lost its sense.
eternal winter’s awful echo,
Gusts of wind, a string of frost.
The frozen rivers of shed blood.

Fight! Hard frost.

A choir praises wolves troop’s steps.
Fight! The face of chief is distorted with malice
And marked with scars of distant winter.
Instead of words – the sword and axe,
When white frost comes the words die out.
No more the sunlight and the morning,
The strokes of swords in dark,
And men fight with the wolves.
The people’s hearts and air, and sky, and see, and woods,
And even steel are burnt with frost.

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