Текст песни Сигурд - Нам сагу затянет старец седой

Sage (zaveselnaya)

Andante

Em
We prolong the saga wind elder gray
Am Em
And the sail fills on the foamy wave
Em
We leave our shores
Am Em
For gold to argue the enemy lands
C Am
Heaven breadth, so strip of land
C Am
A few words, and salt on the lips

Em Am Em

Again we have laid down our lives
Again someone looms sail away
And our Drakkar will battle again
Blades Whistle lead over water

Hot battle: blood hand
Cries of "Go!" And the death of the enemy.

Extraction took - our donkey Drakkar
But this is not the goal - only the height of fun
Now direct your sails
For Ireland, the Celtic - lie down on the oars

Expanse of the sea, but gray wave
Measuring shock, but the power in the hands of

Out of meat and nothing to drink
Well, nothing to do, we will hack
On the Saxon lands, we find food
Frison leave a smoky haze

Flames of fire - the village is dead
Do we need trelles but not yet

Again maritime plain calls
And the wind is driving us forward tramp
And we are waiting for new victories
Takeaway and storm and sunshine

Cold mist, gray mist
Black Rock and firelight

Kneels this damn world
On the grounds of the Irish only fear Mr.
We leave with confidence to the banks
With charity looking at enemy walls

The signal for the attack: the shields are locked in a row
Strained nerves and arrows fly

Fourth day siege goes
Our Jarl squad sends forward
In the fortress of the Normans over the bodies included
And many warriors Valhalla found

Cold steel yea arrow in the chest
Odin call ... And death.

Of the many trips back home
In the village of native sweet winter dormancy
But soon comes another spring
And his hands touch the sword and oars

Heaven breadth, so strip of land
A few words, but the blood on his lips.