Чёрный маг [Chyernyj mag] [English translation]

Translation by Igor Vakhrameev

published in 2017

He was born an outcast, was hiding in corner

From others he wanted to find a safe way.

The magic was helpful, his spirit inspired

It gave him a power and released him from pray.

He was not, he was not alone

The light of night was on his side.

And the heart, and his heart became a stone

He knew that choice for him was right.

It is too late to beat the clock

You sold your weak soul to be Warlock.

He’s known as the lord of the transform and witchcraft

The laws of the nature are nothing to him.

Such magic is cunning and blinding for weak men

Beware this way makes your soul highly grim.

He was not, he was not alone

The light of night was on his side.

And the heart, and his heart became a stone

He knew that choice for him was right.

It is too late to beat the clock

You sold your weak soul to be Warlock.

Suffer from nightmare

There’s no escape, accept your doom

Chant your final prayer

Along the way to gloomy tomb

You wanted to rule

To be higher than all

But world is so cruel,

Nothing’s eternal.

Just keep your feelings under lock

And all these fears you have to block.

To be worthy of the name Warlock.

Now he’s desperate and his magic is useless,

His knowledge and sense disappear in flame.

He knows all these rules and he has to pay for this,

In Underworld he will continue his game.

He was not, he was not alone

The light of night was on his side.

And the heart, and his heart became a stone

He knew that choice for him was right.

It is too late to beat the clock

You sold your weak soul to be Warlock.

Suffer from nightmare

There’s no escape, accept your doom

Chant your final prayer

Along the way to gloomy tomb

You wanted to rule

To be higher than all

But world is so cruel,

Nothing’s eternal.

Just keep your feelings under lock

And all these fears you have to block.

To be worthy of the name Warlock.