The Sentry - Gorod

Watching from afar the lowest place of the underworld

Keeping the dark abode of the earth

Wise, the sentry sees and hears what others do not perceive

Clear-sighted, prophetic, the omen of the twilight rises to recall the truth

And decipher the warnings of fate

Watching from afar the lowest place of the underworld

Keeping the dark abode of the earth… Silent flight

Ominous, its cry foreshadows war and disorder

Storm, flood, heralding death to come

Here comes the eagle of the night

One can hear its silent flight

Glowing with its golden eyes

The sentry… holds a wake for those who died

Storm, flood, heralding death to come

Elegiac chant leading the soul to grief

White deadly dress stained with the blood of the weak

Haunting the caves, standing on the graves

Bringing wealth only to the brave

Solitary and restrained with its gaze piercing the obscurity

Whose flyover is considered for some as an omen of victory

Heralding death to come!

Ravenous spree… tearing bowels and flesh

Is there something better than getting drunk with their blood?

Good-for-nothing, banished to the night-time hours

Keeping the dark abode of the earth

Heralding death to come!