Текст песни Алый Ворон - Безумство Храбрых

Behind us the spirit of war
Behind us was the hunger - executioner
We are the sons of Ivan's death
And we reward only lament

We stings the evil wind of the seas
We spare hikes feet
Who dear to the gods, he could soon
Go with honor in their chamber

Otherwise put a cross in memory of it alive,
To praise us.
Those who have not been raised,
Those in whose heart the fire went out!

The meaning of life - the battle
The meaning of the battle - death - is insidious enemy
Glory to you, the hero
A coward glory - the barking of dogs

At heart we fire burned
We do not care about the pain and fear
Like wolves, we rushed into battle
And fought with foam on his lips

We had been given only one order:
Kill and burn everything to ashes
We did not ask for the life of an hour
And we have not touched plea

Behind us the spirit of war
Behind us was the hunger - executioner
We are the sons of Ivan's death
And we reward only crying ...