Seared land nothing will ever grow,
Open a gate to the Underground
Rivers of (lava and) flaming stones,
Like (flagged) path invite (you) to go
Close air burning my lungs,
Destructive heat changes skin into paper
Walking barelegged on the glowing ember,
Thus I can (only be) redeemed

The night's coming, only a war raging beyond,
Steel horses rushing naked over the land
Thousands of dead lying among the flames
And the dark of death covers all in it's coat
Clouds of arrows made mosquito swarms dig the chests
Of those who fight a war they don't understand
Walls of carts change into ash,
With tears in the eyes one can hardly sing the song of good
Beads in hands and the crucifix instead of a pike,
Redeem me my Queen, Queen of Souls

Margins of alleys with trees standing sentry,
Hundreds of dead in the branches
Those who said: "I'd never fall for anybody in battles"
Raven flocks report their arrival
And a croaker (from the dark forest) signifies
He's the one who calls death in
How insane warfare seems to be
For belief in God or greater territory
Who soothes widows and feeds kids,
When the king called their fathers die

Who soothes people, when God takes their kins away,
Who gives them power for times of quandary
They only have you as a virgin,
YOU, my Queen, QUEEN OF SOULS