Lyrics Дорога Водана - По Крови Имира
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По крови Имира - Дарящего Бога владеньям,
Помчался конь моря, пустились вершители битв,
Судьбу испытать, влекомые быстрым теченьем
И парус широкий попутному ветру открыв.
Крушитель деревьев – будь милостив к воинам смелым!
Земля кораблей – расстилайся дорогой вперед!
Бог Ванов – тебе воздадим пивом хмельным!
Ас Воронов – в честь твою пьем крепкий мед!
Но Сунна сокрылась, и чаша бурь быстро темнеет,
А вои хмельные придавлены сном колдовским.
Далёко земля и Ран уста пеной белеют
И глаз луны ярко блистает огнем шутовским.
А скалы остры и воды морские глубоки,
Окончен поход, им в Вальхаллу уже не попасть.
Лишь слышится хохот злорадный коварного Локи
И Змей Мировой разевает голодную пасть.
By the blood of Ymir - the God-giving possession,
The horse of the sea rushed, the leaders of the battles set off,
To test fate, drawn by the fast current
And open the sail wide to the tailwind.
Treebreaker - be merciful to the brave warriors!
Land of ships - spread out the road ahead!
God Vanov - we will reward you with intoxicating beer!
As Voronov - in your honor we drink strong honey!
But the Sunnah hid, and the cup of storms quickly darkens,
And the drunken voi are crushed by witchcraft sleep.
Far away land and Ran lips turn white with foam
And the eye of the moon shines brightly with buffoonery.
And the rocks are sharp and the waters of the sea are deep,
The campaign is over, they will not get to Valhalla.
Only the malicious laughter of the treacherous Loki is heard
And the Serpent of the World opens its hungry mouth.
The horse of the sea rushed, the leaders of the battles set off,
To test fate, drawn by the fast current
And open the sail wide to the tailwind.
Treebreaker - be merciful to the brave warriors!
Land of ships - spread out the road ahead!
God Vanov - we will reward you with intoxicating beer!
As Voronov - in your honor we drink strong honey!
But the Sunnah hid, and the cup of storms quickly darkens,
And the drunken voi are crushed by witchcraft sleep.
Far away land and Ran lips turn white with foam
And the eye of the moon shines brightly with buffoonery.
And the rocks are sharp and the waters of the sea are deep,
The campaign is over, they will not get to Valhalla.
Only the malicious laughter of the treacherous Loki is heard
And the Serpent of the World opens its hungry mouth.