Текст песни Мятеж - Викинги

In the eternal stroit of the sea
Darcar slides forward
Sinister black konung
In Valhalla leads us

Everyone is tired on wheels
The goal is too far away
When children fjords
See the shores

R: Vikings We are the gods of the seas
Death sings the song
We are in the swords of swords
But for nothing, fate does not give anything
Once the last of us falls
But while steel in hand
Dying cheerful
After all, Vikings we are the gods of the seas

Let the wind rushes into the sail
Squeezing sword hand
And life will freeze the drop
On the edge of Klinka

And death black raven
Spinning over the earth
Darker mining Polon.
Let him wash blood surf