Saint Dome Священный купол

(Eng.)

I come from Land of hard winds’ blow
Where surface’s covered all in snow
Descends the sunlight stranger-like
The rules of horseman to abide

Preserved by cold, amazed by flow
Of arteries that turning into floe
And pointless it is to hide
From all-absorbing darkest night

Demonic devastating howl
Commemorates hell-powered throw
Being destined to withstand the strike
The Northern Lands at Neva site


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