Nokturnal Mortum - The Taste Of Victory Lyrics

Fields are covered with white snows woods are dreaming dreams of soil
Time in slumber 'til Spring falls in white and red the earth lies frozen
Forced whites in time of white clotted with the scarlet blood
Echoed with the pain so dark with grey sorrow was entwined
Yee an Aryan soldier we know your feats of arms
Sleep safe in palace of cold forest snows no matter who where right and wrong
Let the gods see the truth and judge them all, all those who died in nineteen forty five
All those who won and who have lost the war
For sacrifices made to the wrong gods for power given up to our worst foes
Hail soldier hold your banner high time has come to sacrifice your life
Though it's your brother stands on other side still it's time to fullfill the orders to kill
The beast thirsts for Aryan blood squeezing down his greedy claws
With a stolen power he forces brothers to whet against each other
By slyness the blood has been spilled pride has been forgotten and defamed
But the memory still lives in our hearts with an echo of vengeance shall the insults reply
What incited Germans to go against slavs who made Russia to rot Ukraine
Who sucked power from the world like a vampire who feels himself a master today
We remember your feat a soldier of white race no matter either you were German or Slav
Ghosts of war stand before our eyes so we shall not repeat the old mistakes again
We do remember our forefather's oaths we do believe in power of 14 words
Towers have fallen but the persons do stand firm and the Mason's pyramides do stare into our souls
The taste of victory is bitterness and sarcasm
It's price was Shekel and their scourge upon our trampled backs
Oh world beware new master this desert breed won't die on their own
If they weren't burnt those 60 years ago they should be burnt today
Fields are covered with white snows woods are dreaming dreams of soil
Time in slumber 'til spring falls
In white and red the earth lies frozen suffused with blood of red
Our memory dreams in sleeping lands
What should lead your future ways and what do I await today

[Russian translation:]

Âêóñ Ïîáåäû

Áåëûé ñíåã óêðûë ïîëÿ
Ñïÿò ëåñà, ñïèò çåìëÿ,
Âðåìÿ äðåìëåò äî âåñíû,
 áåëî-êðàñíîì ìèð çàñòûë

Áåëûì â áåëîå... ïðèøëîñü!
Àëîé êðîâüþ çàïåêëîñü,
×åðíîé áîëüþ îòäàëîñü
Ñêîðáüþ ñåðîþ ñðîñëîñü

Ìû ïîìíèì ïîäâèãè ñîëäàò,
Êîòîðûå â ñíåãàõ õîëîäíûõ ñïÿò.
Íàì âñå ðàâíî êòî âèíîâàò.
Ïóñòü Áîãè ñóäÿò, ïóñòü ïðîñòÿò

Âñåõ òåõ, êòî óìåð â ãîäû òå.
Âñåõ òåõ, êòî ïîáåäèë è ïðîèãðàë â âîéíå.
Çà æåðòâó ïðèíåñåííóþ íå òåì áîãàì.
Çà âëàñòü, ÷òî îòäàíà èñòèííûì âðàãàì.

Ýé, çíàìÿ âûøå ñîëäàò,
Âðåìÿ ïðèøëî ñâîþ æèçíü îòäàòü
Ïóñòü âïåðåäè ñòîèò òâîé áðàò
Ïðèêàç "ÓÁÈÂÀÒÜ!", ïîðà âûïîëíÿòü!

Àðèéñêîé êðîâè æàæäåò çâåðü
Àë÷íî ñæèìàÿ êîãòè ñâîè
Âëàñòüþ âîðîâàííîé îí ïðèíóæäàåò
Áðàòà íà áðàòà òî÷èòü øòûêè.

Õèòðîñòüþ êðîâü áûëà ïðîëèòà,
Ãîðäîñòü, âòîïòàíà â ãПçü è çàáûòà,
Íî ïàìÿòü î òîì è ïî ñåé äåíü æèâà,
Ýõîì ìåñòè îòçîâåòñÿ îáèäà.

×òî òîëêíóëî Ãåðìàíöà ïîéòè íà Ñëàâÿí?
Êòî Ðîññèþ çàñòàâèë, ãíîèòü Óêðàèíó?
Êòî âàìïèðîì èç Çåìëè ñèëó ñîñàë?
Êòî ñåãîäíÿ ñåáÿ ÷óâñòâóåò ãîñïîäèíîì?

Ìû ïîìíèì òâîé ïîäâèã, áåëîé ðàñû ñîëäàò.
Íå âàæíî, Ãåðìàíåö òû, èëü Ñëàâÿíèí.
Ïðèçðàêè âîéíû ïðåä ãëàçàìè ñòîÿò,
Òåïåðü ìû îøèáêó íå ïîâòîðèì.

Ìû ïîìíèì çàâåò íàøèõ îòöîâ,
Ìû âåðèì â äåëî 14 ñëîâ!

Êòî-òî êîãäà-òî áûë ðàñïÿò.
À, ìîæåò, è íåáûëî íèêîãî,
Áàøíè óïàëè, íî òþðüìû ñòîÿò
È ïèðàìèäû ê íàì â äóøè ãëÿäÿò!

Âêóñ ïîáåäû - Ãîðå÷ü è Æåë÷ü !
Öåíà åå øåêåëü è êíóò
Èõ íå æãëè, íî íàäî áû ñæå÷ü
Ñàìè îíè íå óìðóò

Áåëûé ñíåã óêðûë ïîëÿ
Ñïÿò ëåñà, ñïèò çåìëÿ,
Âðåìÿ äðåìëåò äî âåñíû
 áåëî-êðàñíîì ìèð çàñòûë.

Àëîé êðîâüþ çàëèòà
Ïàìÿòü ñïèò è ñïèò Çåìëÿ
×òî ñåãîäíÿ æäåò ìåíÿ?
 çàâòðà, ÷òî âåäåò òåáÿ?