Текст песни Скади - Песня Следопыта

Tracker song
leaving Breeder after being once again called a "vagabond"

I have nothing to say to you, those who have not left these walls,
And in whose eyes the showers and fires were not reflected.
And we again go into the distance, for a long time, but not for good.
Forward! And may the Valars help us.

Collect dirt in all the ditches on your road cloak,
Neither the mountain nor the swamp can be avoided.
Not for the sake of recklessness, and not out of love for the snares of the thickets,
We are here to save someone from trouble.

The sword, as if alive, is ready to fly out of its scabbard at once,
And my fingers stuck to the handle ...
We go to places where life, alas, is not worth the extra words,
And death is too cold to embrace

You probably have nothing more to say either,
I'm not even offended for the "tramp".
But if I'm not destined to die for your grace,
We will see what to do with you.