I, Doom from the east, my will is set, Reclaim her soul with blood and threat. O Zek’oetkha, bless my holy quest By flame and Ire, I'll put these thieves to rest. Asphodel meadows will burn Elysium and Tartarus, in turn, Should thou ignore my decree Return her soul to me Return her soul to me Or suffer eternally Return her soul to me روح تجلت أمامي كنت أنشدها (A soul I’ve long sought now stands before me) يا ياسمينة عمري ماذا حل بك؟ (O my jasmine, what fate has struck you?) الوجد أرشدني والقلب ران والتهف (Devotion led me, and my heart, burdened and aflame) بكل ما عرف الفؤاد أفديك (Would offer all it knows – to rescue you) I, champion of Circassia Witness my righteous fury, Wuashkhoa, our God in heavens, Rain thy golden arrows of glory Where is thy God? Answer to my sword! I seek thee, Suffer me! With wrath ablaze and gods at his side, Anzor cut through the swarms, relentless tide. Minions of Hades fell by his hand, Their cries swallowed up in the blood-soaked land. Yet shadows thickened, the air grew cold, As Hades drew near, in darkness bold. A looming dread and a silence deep, Anzor felt the fateful battle creep. Yet he roared: Release her soul! Blades now clash in a hellish, deafening storm, The gods’ mighty wrath unleashed in mortal form. Anzor’s strikes, though blessed, falter in vain Against a king, no earthly blade can maim. Fate takes its toll, An arm and eye lost, The price of her soul يا شبله أنت إله الحرب والسخط (O Shyble, god of war and wrath) جرحي عميق وزحف الموت يدركني (My wounds run deep, and death is closing in) أرسل لجندك من لدنك معجزة (Send to your soldier, by all your might, a miracle) سوطاً ببرق سمائك لينجدني (A whip from your sky’s lightning—to rescue me) سوطاً برعد سمائك فينصرني (A whip from your sky’s thunder—to bring me victory) سوطاً بنار سمائك فيلهبني (A whip from your sky’s fire—to set me ablaze) From thunder's heart, the whip was forged, Its birth left the underworld scorched. Blessed by the god who commands the fray, Hades recoiled before a familiar sway. Asphodel meadows will burn Elysium and Tartarus, in turn, Should thou ignore my decree Return her soul to me Return her soul to me Or suffer eternally Return her soul to me