Текст песни Руевит - В небо

Sword squeezing with cold hand
With wolf skin on mortal apparel,
Soon the soul will find her peace
In the flame bright, in the sacred fire.
Screaming will be covered
Enemies killed your body
It's late to regret that it is lost
Back Do not return it anyway ...
In the crying birch of fallen leaves
The wind carries your name,
In the heat of the fire burn all thoughts,
We went to the abyss of times.
With the first dawn beam left
Where the gods are always waiting for you
The memory of the warrior will not melt the year,
Sons will carry their dews.