Текст песни Пророчество Вёльвы - Троя

Try to be inaudible,
Become invisible shadow.
In the darkness of someone breathing,
Waiting for a good sign.

The prayers whiling away,
Night fateful close.
Fatalities closing
Eyes on the faces of the dead.

War does not honor the heroes
She just craves fame.
Fruits of cripples, rogue,
In the centuries it has earned laurels.

Finest of castles,
Great rock.
Popped out from under the rubble,
Saving your name.

NAME ...

Only in faith together
You could go through all this.
Drowning in luxury and treacherous flattery,
Well it all drowned in the midst of a bloody war.

Wait, hold on, the defenders of Troy,
About your strong hands will break their swords.
The noble and courageous people of war,
In impregnable wall will fall to the ground your enemies.

And not rusty hail of arrows, not searing flames,
Do not make the bow Trojan sons.
Above his head the sacred banner stands,
None of the Trojans who did not make slaves.