Текст песни WitcherDreams - Эпоха драконов

thousands of years , we looked at the light, and did not see happiness in it
Hundreds of years we have searched for the answer , it seemed to us that we do not die
At the top of the mountain , brought gifts , good spirits , mighty gods
But with the beginning of spring, we were cursed , to the delight of our enemies

There are no immortal in our world, our power to put all things
We call upon the aid of the gods, Dragon Age ..
And superstitious fools .. !!!
we whisper Lost 8 winds, Dragon Age
and the consciousness of slaves!

Sorcerers ideas to recruit people
Burned their souls in hell
And the great villain devouring children
Bring on innocent trouble
Millions of centuries recruited Fools
On grounds of a black soul
Merged lambs and wolves, in the army of dogs
put it on the unfortunate cliché