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Не буди Лихо
Пока оно тихо
Whispers in the wind, a chill in the air
An omen of doom, a desolate stare
The forest breathes, a sigh of despair
As Likho awakens from its darkened lair
In the depths of ancient woods, where shadows dwell
Lies the Likho's curse, a tale of sorrow to tell
With one eye it sees, through the hearts of men
Whispering fates, in a voice like a raven's ken
Feel the grasp of Likho, cold and dark
Where the souls in chains have lost their spark
The touch of doom, no one can defy
In the silence of the Slavic sky
Beneath the moon's pale gaze, the spirits sigh
As the Likho's hand, weaves the threads that tie
The mournful cries, of the lost and damned
Echo through the night, in the frostbitten land
Oh, the eye that sees all, the heart that feels none
In the grasp of the Likho, there's nowhere to run
The sorrow it brings, a burden so vast
In the grip of the Likho, die is cast
From the silence of the woods a whisper breaks
A tale of ancient woe the earth it shakes
The Likho's gaze a fate foretold
In the heart of winter cruel and cold
The echo of the past a heavy chain
A dance with doom in the pouring rain
The Likho's laugh a sound so grim
A symphony of sorrow a haunting hymn
Feel the grasp of Likho, cold and dark
Where the souls in chains have lost their spark
The touch of doom, no one can defy
In the silence of the Slavic sky
So beware the woods, where the dark myths roam
For the Likho's grasp, might claim you for its own
And in its cold embrace, you'll find your rest
In the heart of the Slavic myths, forever to be a guest
Не буди Лихо
Оно пока тихо