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First Bones
Snow, defiled path
Wind whistling in the dark starless sky
Behind me stretches the lonely taiga
Difficult path extending for hundreds of versts
Through the veil of nights
Shines bright
The light of the polar aurora grows stronger
Illuminating the slopes of mountain chains
Somewhere there, beneath the gray peaks of rocks, a secret is hidden
Black stones, white ice
Rise with walls of the long-forgotten ancient kingdom
Doors open, halls empty
Majestic grottoes adorned with gold and inscriptions
The torch shines brighter than dawn
On huge thrones rest the ghastly bones for ages
Kings sit before me
Their power of wealth and glory
For many thousands of years
Hidden within the mountain hall
Only the dust of the wind rushes behind
Sinking into powerless shoulders
The frightening hour draws nearer
When through the cold eternity
Oblivion will overtake us
