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Krasatina(Grief for the Idol) - Panychida
As our memories are fading
The time of new prophets is about to come
History turns into myths
And legends but their power
Is after centuries gone
Let the centuries tremble
Let my spirit fly through the times of lies
I call you through the ages the ages of oblivion
Where is our father's belief
Where is it gone
Let the centuries tremble
Let my spirit fly through the times of lies
I call you through the eons of time
Obscurity has taken it's price
The faith of the folk of meadows
Their rulers and noble Lords
Fool who calls the old names
Fool who calls the old names
Who the forgotten wants to awake
I light the fire high
The wealth of times is burning
I call your name through the eons of time
Made of gold born to forsee
Hair is burning on the red-hot coal
Your miraculous power the secrets you know
I ask you questions when death is near
You fall down to the ground
Unleashing my fear
The centuries bring the twilight
Secret doctrines fade
New thoughts giving birth to newcomers to this land
Fool who calls the old names
Who the forgotten wants to awake
I call you through the ages
I cry in vain the laughter sounds
The old words grow pale
Made of gold born to forsee
As our memories are fading
The time of new prophets is about to come
History turns into myths and
Legends but their power is
After centuries gone
Krasatina
Krasatina
