"Song of the White Nazgul"
from Rust's 1995 concert

So it is, was and ever shall be:
In January, each evil frost.
But you know January -- it's just January --
And I talk of love to you.
  And don't let me catch sight of my native shore --
  And friends call -- they don't call --
  Yet you know fire -- it's only fire --
  And I talk to you of love.

Wandering in darkness a deadly road
Toward you, if I blame you for that.
But you know the axe -- it's just an axe --
And I talk of love to you.
  My eyes aren't open, my lips don't part,
  And my cloak's gone through mud and blood,
  But you know the knife -- it's only a knife,
  And I talk to you of love.
  
Over pain, the burned place cools to ash
And a raven cries on the dead.
But you know the arrow -- it's just an arrow --
And I talk of love to you.
  And don't let me catch sight of bygone brave men; 
  Bindweed winds all 'round their graves.
  But you know the Ring -- is only a Ring,
  And I talk to you,
   And I talk to you of love.


This translation provided by Maureen S. O'Brien 
for the use of fans who know even less Russian 
than she does.