Текст песни Сауроныч - Третий день шагает войско...

The third day of marching troops
The Witch King
The third day in the saddle, I'm hard
And of course hurt
I poraskinul brains
Pulling the hood
Obscures Review
In his eyes, he slips.

I - Angmarsky Warlock
In Gondor fight go
Forty thousand idiots
In Minas Tirith am
Sauron me, infection,
Very cool is broken
In a war where fear and terror
It is me, the goat sent

I have a lot of emotions
There may in fact beat
And so you want quiet
A couple of thousand years to live
Dark night of Lugburza
I tried to slip away
But I caught the orcs
Resulted in Lugburz again

There the Lord for a long time
I spoke of morality
And then Bagrov Eye
Three hours I was bored
I replied:
& Quot; FIG with you, Rend your Morgoth
Okay, I bear Gondor & quot;
And I went camping

The third night I dream of Angmar
And the princess of Rohan
Forty pink mumakov
In short, the total shiz
And still I dream hobbit
With a long knife arnorskim
He threatened to kill me
Bristle, dude

And in all my misery
Sauron just blame
Above him, I have no power
All the terrible poison of revenge
Do not see him salvation
Kohl fall Minas Tirith
Turn back the troops
Barad Dur not resist ...