Ignea - Dunes

Zeal and ardor, fiery stones
The matte atonal prayer
Sand grinding teeth
Dry throat, cracked lips
Thick air
Drawling sound
Is shaking the ground
Forget your stupid pride
Turn back and run from
Butchering sun
Come to the dark side

Hear it, sacred chants of the rivers
Rainfall in the twilight
Chilly shadows of pine trees
Calling
Feel it, sharp ice peaks of the mountains
The Carpathian wonders
Wind is dancing through fingers
Calling you

Sweaty rivers, multiple layers
Of heavy-bodied rags
Seems like the closer we become
The more estranged we are

Hear it, sacred chants of the rivers
Rainfall in the twilight
Chilly shadows of pine trees
Calling
Feel it, sharp ice peaks of the mountains
The Carpathian wonders
Wind is dancing through fingers
Calling you

Water
Aqua
Handful
I beg

Ходили в дюни, ходили
Ходили в дюни, ходили
Ходили в дюни, в дюни

Hear it, sacred chants of the rivers
Rainfall in the twilight
Chilly shadows of pine trees
Calling
Feel it, sharp ice peaks of the mountains
The Carpathian wonders
Wind is dancing through fingers
Calling you

Water
Ходили в дюни
Aqua
Ходили в дюни
Handful
Ходили в дюни
I beg
В дюни