Christmas Of Requital

Christmas Eve – what can be more pure?
Hear the bells – holiday strides here!
I wish it came soon
This year it becomes the time of revenge

Cold winds will blow off ashes
Tender snowfall will cover all the traces
At scorched ruins grass will grow up
When the next humanless spring comes

They did
Much harm
This year
Each witch
Remembers well
Every wound

This Christmas we finish off with them
Revenge is already forged
It has come, it has come
The time of requital!

All the village
We burn
Down to ashes
Luxury of fire
Out of our
Hands is born