Текст песни Топь - Летели вороны

Crows flew (the memory of Valfar)

Blade of glory,
Storm roaring over the sea cold
You bear the sacred surf!

The helmsman is bloody,
With a faint breath his grin was imprinted
In the rime of strings above the mountain!

The warrior of Asgard,
Wind fed up, sung by a snowstorm
North Storm lights.

The sword of Lombard,
You wove a symphony of blood and brags
Hammer of autumn days ...

White whirlwind rose
Silver fields,
In the shreds of demolition -
Oskarei was rushing.

Rides in a blue robe
Prince of gray gods;
Firefire Shine
Amid the crystal ice.

Dance of the White Silence
He sang you,
Thunder of the surf in the plateau
He sent an arrow to the poet.

I waited for my father and his retinue
In the heavens is Vidar;
The blood of the clouds is flooded ...
In the night Valfar left ...

Your motif is echoed
Among the rocks,
Chilling laughter
The wind tore
The flesh of the fog,
Only beyond the horizon Crows flew ...