Текст песни Ангэлен - Путь меча

Lunar glare on metal will respond in the hour of sadness
The solid brilliance of cold steel nude blade.
Let the surname not mean, but - stigma on the handle
Standing with stamp seals - they donated the century!
Beat, not knowing blood color, to be all the time ready
It's right to be - for a long time I am not invented, because I and the servant.
But in the fierce battle, the faithful oath of Orampsuit,
Black Steel Zarakhid Meeting a Greater Enemy!
Sharp the foundations of the world - not for a resident of Kabia.
The argument of Masuda and Munira will help, alas, not me.
From Kaisma to Mailan - with a handful of gold in his pocket,
Steel sword entails and manitis in unknown edges.
Iron brilliance at a break - death in a sacred reservoir,
No other road, except for dissected stream.
Steel became a flesh - and until we took death,
Without end and without start, this way is my sword's way!