Текст песни СтикС - Рождённый править

Getting back on a great fight,
Your sword again exposed,
Hundreds of wars and victories behind -
He has always been a faithful servant.

Let the fresh wounds you knocked off his feet,
Nabat forces go
With the death on you, pour innocent blood,
Trying to save his people.

You are a king,
And no one disputes it;
You were born,
To edit a crowd
And, protecting it
As the apple of his eye,
Throughout lead
For themselves.

We - a pawn in a cruel game of the gods,
But you decided to become a king.
Punching sword the way to the throne,
People become eternal leader.

That he was going blind faith for you
On the block, forgetting about the gods.
Fire and sword, dominating
Sowed confusion and fear you.

You are a king,
And no one disputes it;
You were born,
To edit a crowd
And, protecting it
As the apple of his eye,
Throughout lead
For themselves.

Alas, not immortal in this world you were born,
And time will bring you down;
Your faithful people again doomed
Look for another king.