Your death has been aligned With stars that do not shine Their blackness calls your bane For you know they have no shame Let Circe look inside The coldness of my eyes I curse the light to die As its brightness now subsides Night star Hel The world has been designed By falling stars that shine Their darkness comes alive For they call no name but thine Let mortals look aside As dreams and fate collide I curse the light to die And the blackness fills the skies Night star Hel Your death has been designed By stars that do not shine The blackest calls your name Now you'll never be the same It whispers in your ear That darkness that you fear The name it speaks is cold And its presence looming near Night star Hel
Switch to Russian 
