Текст песни Жар-птица - Душу Греет Ярость

Spake I wanted to bake ,
And back in its sheath his sword ,
Hung on the wall of the shield,
Wolves guard leaving .
Back wanted to land,
But the plans of the gods are not the ones
And blood again the hand ,
And warms the soul rage!
One is born , will fall one
And forget the name !
Peace did not find ,
Only bitterness and gloom !
You see a distant light,
And there is nothing else ,
But Svarga alluring face ,
Now it is getting closer .
You fall right into Nav ,
And no back,
But you're not afraid , no,
And your sword looking fingers!
One is born , will fall one
And forget the name !
Peace did not find ,
Only bitterness and gloom !