Текст песни Северные Врата - Волот

The taste of blood on his lips,
As the flame goes out eyes,
Last long breath,
And life goes through a dream.

I will not shed tears of virgins,
You're a bird soaring high,
Not commemorate then friends,
You are strong in spirit was one.

You're too brave had to live,
And the battlefield is not gone,
Called Perun for you,
And you gained peace in death.

It flies proudly in the sky,
Let the joy of life is not eaten,
Leave the world for the weak,
Those who did not pass the test.