Текст песни Midgard - Pyre song

Song of the funeral fire

Not old age will bring you to the grave
No mortal illness at once.
Blind Soldier Bride waiting
Only where the battle boils.
You choose your destiny,
Sweet or bitter it -
You shine it in action
On the edge of the blade.

There will be no funeral, you lush,
Do not say long speeches.
Flying above you pomilalny ringing
Crossed swords in a fight.
And then - the flame will take you,
Leaving only ash and smoke.
Who was not with us, he will not understand,
How to die young.

would stay again, but left the term
And you went to the line.
Two words - of your life up,
Two words on the gray slab.
Kohl will remain alive, we will avenge.
Goodbye and see you, brother.
Then came the end of the path for you,
And there is no turning back.

It will take a second, an hour or a year,
Or a thousand years pass by.
And the war will call you again -
You'll come back again, soldier.
And the proud hawk wave her wing,
Looking at the world from above.
Who knows, maybe today it.
Revived you ...