Текст песни tvirinn - Брат Мой

And in the dark days of Cyrodiil
A long night in Cyrodiil
Let doze soundly for the killer you,
But his name you already defamed
So take me, my brother, in a way far
In a vacuum through the night to kindle a fire.
We have other roads and bridges are not left
But the hand holds a dagger so witty
And in the long days of Cyrodiil
And in the dark of the night Cyrodiil
Old name you take away my
That it did not disturb the sound of silence
So take me, my brother, my dear Far
Embrace before the wrong light a fire
And do not disturb me death so disrepute -
My heart is pricked by it to the bottom
And in the dark days of Cyrodiil
And in the long nights of Cyrodiil
And the blood will stain the petals with a dagger
Gornotsveta at roadside
So wait for me, my brother, in the long-distance road
The emptiness I will seek, do not look so bad
And please, do not Tear down from the lips of an insidious question:
For that, sister, for what you did, for what?