Текст песни Эпидемия - 2. Час Испытания

Desmond:

So it is
The hour of trial.
Oh, how tired I am
From expectations.

Long was the way
By cherished goals
Dark essence
Magic light.

What kind of sounds, full of pain moan
Voice quiet, like a crystal bell,
Life in it glimmers barely
And I hear the words:

Enemies in our house
The earth is groaning in agony
Killer on the throne.
He is evil incarnate.

The war on the threshold,
Alas, we are not gods,
There is no way back -
Fog ahead!

The specter of war
Enya covered
In paws in darkness
The one I loved.

I'm not a saint,
To overthrow the stronghold of darkness,
I'm not a hero -
Sturm or Lancelot.

The choice is clear, it is now for me,
All doubts behind me.
I'm an outcast. The way I do not go there,
But gives a chance trouble!