Текст песни Никита Ковалев - Последняя Битва Рагнарок

We did not believe the tales of the old women:
They are to see the future
A gloomy spirit bursts from my chest
A grain of contention sprouts!

The age of shields has broken,
And not visible to the suffering of the end-
In this difficult time he rebelled
Brother to brother, and son to father!

Happy is he who, drunk with rage,
Suddenly fell into a bloody moss -
Brave men who have died from their wounds await the heavenly chamber!

Drink the cup of sorrow to the bottom
After all, no one will leave fate!
There is only one death for a warrior
So do not be afraid of her!

The face of the star hid in the darkness
So as not to see a fierce struggle
Gloom and chaos reign on Earth
And the pillars of the universe are cracking ...

Mournful path between burning fields
It’s all strewn with the bones of the brave
And the cold waves of the seas
They wash the bodies of the dead.

The age of shields has broken,
And not visible to the suffering of the end-
In this difficult time he rebelled
Brother to brother, and son to father!