Текст песни Сильфы - Сестра короля

The tip of the spear pierces the sky,
Blood-fed Breg hid grass.
I am eager to go where no one had been,
The shield and the sword of his brother climb into battle with fate.
I will pass through the fire in the burning city,
To leave signs on the young brow.
They told me that my brother is still young,
What else will rule in our land.

Exposing blades, we have erected mounds
On the graves of friends who gave their lives for us.
You take the glory of feats of arms,
Young brother my king, near the truth hour.
I know that your heart will not betray our oath,
You will forget about revenge and war forever.
I leave you in the same hour at sunset,
That is not to return to the world of passions ever.

Let my name be erased from the songs,
Let everyone will forget that I was,
In this world of passion, blood and gossip
Forever can prevail only emptiness ...