Текст песни Аэлирэнн - Погребальная

Together raise full bowls,
One Great - Hetire!
In memory of the brave soldiers of the fallen
We begin our feast.

Konda Will in battle by unprecedented
We led to the celebration,
But under the legs of the Drakkar
Do not feel so much.

Sky over the fjord red from blood,
Crows scream sharply ...
So as not to go out the gold will,
We did not spare a sword.

The bivper is a sacred - fallen award.
Listen to the wind song!
Soon I will steal to the gates of Asgard
Smoke burial bonfires.

Long to mourn ones did not stick
Who is not a savings in battle, -
New Einkeriyev will take Valchalla,
To reflect Ragnarök.

Life giving lips Walkiry
Warriors in the dead arm.
I saw these white wings
In pure, like ice, embroidery.

We will raise full bowls again,
One Great - Hetire!
In memory of the brave soldiers of the fallen
We continue our feast.

Non Strings of Old Scald
Flame hide inside ...
Saga about Borne, Bornhald's Son,
Will sound to dawn.