Текст песни Fferyllt - Путь домой

The wind knocks down, but I continue
Its path is endless to its native shores
The song died down, and the brothers all fell,
Their souls rush towards the Gods.

The noise of rain in the morning wakes me up
I’ll continue my journey again
And may I not have friends or a horse with me -
I believe that I will return home soon.

I will breathe in the native air, and the terrible will become closer,
From birth, I know the gloomy fjord.
But the crows flocked around the camp
For them, the smell of death was sweeter than honey.

I see the ruins are engulfed in fire
And horror in frozen eyes ...
Standing where the house used to be
Here the wind carries the dust ...

The sound of the sea whispers of holy vengeance
And red clouds burn
And the virgins of war are calling again for battle
Where the river spills blood ...

Sacred fury and the wolf's grin
And the chill of metal in my hand
My cry will sound among the gloomy rocks
Lost in the midst of the waves ...