Текст песни Сауроныч - К последнему морю - текст

From the open in the chronicles of grief
I heard through the centuries:
"We will come to the last of the sea!
Slaven Sulde on a white horse!
Carried out former covenants:
"Neither myself nor enemies do not be sorry!"
  All the great kingdoms of the world
under the hoof of Mongolian horses.
Where are the heroes of Islam, tell?
 "Who escaped, who was killed in the desert,
He who overcomes many warrior
With the boom of the blades lies between "
Where Jurchen rati victory?
"Do not call, do not hear squad
Do not you know nyuchzhey answers -
under Chzhantsinom their bones lie "
Where heroes are adorned with Russia,
Crushes clouds of enemies?
"That at Kalki ask dipped
 and Sith bloody snow "
A Teutons - the storm of the Saracens,
that were of Prussian land?
"His blood, that the color of rubies
Field Liegnitz all poured "
 Where are the Hungarians - cheetahs steppe,
 which blazed from Paris?
"Where the battle thundered past -
 in Sayo, not drive on the telephone: "

Chu, Mongol! It begins storm.
 That's who you are, the hero, conquered,
Soon you find yourself in their skin,
soon you will see the death grin.

Ex .: Do not reached the last sea, 2p.
Neither myself nor enemies without sparing,
You carried them only misery and grief,
So do not wait for mercy for yourself!