The wind blows through the north, and the fire burns the forest
On the northern grassland, the hoofs of the horses are roaring
For a hundred years, the clouds and thunder are rolling
Run to hell and open the door of death
The hymn of cutting down from the north
Live without the mournful sound of death
The sacred comes from the soil Flowers
The crushed ruts turned into abyss
The dragon ascended for nine days, and the gods returned
The lion roared on the grassland
< p> Camel, baby and kingPlaying the strings and breaking the strings
Running, roaring, going crazy
The world, shouting for himself
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For love and the throne
For love and the throne
Nietzsche shouted, God is dead
In the days when God is dead
Man began to walk upright
Now under the cover of darkness
He gradually resurrected
Resurrected in this extremely beautiful lonely night
Turn on the coffin and bedroom lights
Who is crying bitterly at this moment
Crying for love and the throne
Who is buried in the lake covered with maple leaves< /p>
The key to heaven and hell has been melted
A rich grassland of the motherland, freezing cold
In the days without horses, crawling forward
The world shouts loudly for itself
I want to sit on the eternal stars
Let the painful memories be my lifelong queen
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In all battles from ancient times to the present
Hold high the banner of dawn
Hold high the banner of dawn until death
The death knell tolls amid countless wails The sound
The sound filled the motherland
The following last words were engraved on a tombstone
I admit all failures
But I never told It knelt down,
Now that life is gone
I am lying in the ground
It is still not in a kneeling posture