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Písnì Krkavacù
The silent landscape carries a cry,
earth tremors under the cold mist.
For the crow's song, ƸÃÅ¡ comes to life,
the reign of darkness under the frozen ice.
Dark vision - evil is coming,
in the image of faith in a good god.
I see a village disappearing in flames,
suffering people on burning borders.
I see a city - ruined ruins.
Stone faces of faith men .
Riders of the faith causing evil
on the heavy borders of suffering,
please gods of fire and war
relieve my suffering.
A song has died down through the silent landscape,
I can hear the song of the raven in the distance.

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