I can see that it´s God's will, this night smells of incense
The tall wood all around, mosses on the knoll
Perhaps this is a blessing or an ambush for us
A good feeling to the touch, but such a chill through the soul

There they go with their icons, with their icons so unfamiliar
Their path is lit by holy light from the water so dark
I don´t remember how we got up, how we walked out of the room
Remember only that we walk to the warm star

Look at that Cathedral with it´s darkness under dome
All eyes have searched there, but there isn´t a damn thing to see
I would like to place a candle
But all the candles are bought
I'd light some liquor in my hand, but where can it be got?

And the snows lie all around on all four sides of us
Not hard to walk barefoot through the snow if your soul is clean
We would have dissapeared for good
But for the wolves and the ravens
They asked us where we're going, Ah, we're to the warm star

Gilded all the crosses, but stuck them in whenever
We traded for some wine the one cross we were given
And hungover in the morning, went for water to the river
And there instead of water it´s the Mongol Post
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We had wanted to give a sign so joyous to the angels
But lost them from sight erasing our tracks
Everyone would go about their buisness
If it were not for the light of that pure star

What can we do now, how to sing if not for the empty hand
And if were do not sing we will burn in the emptiness
But whether I sing or don´t sing, Orliki will come for me
With their white eyes along the murky water

Let them come, I´m black bird myself
there´s nowhere to run, a meter and then ice
I´ll cover you, you me, wolves and ravens
So that someone of us will make it to the warm star

So what do we care now, if there´s darkness under dome
So what do we care now, if there isn´t a damn thing to see
And what do we care now if all the candles have been bought
Because if there is no fire, we'll find where we can get it

And maybe it is true that there´s no path but this travelled one
There may be no hands for miracles, but those so clean
Yet all the same we warmed only by the wolves and ravens
All the way to that warm star