Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Кто даст ответ

who will answer if the gods are silent?
life is crossed out by the guard of the sword.
good road to those who went into the fog.
a white rose hurts the palm,
our path lies through a bright fire.
the human plague burns up in the sacred fire.

cry, cry flute
in my hands
about those who went into the fog without the right to return
may their road be bright and easy
let life in 1000 years let them wake up

the highest goal or someone else's game?
death sits with us by the fire,
fancies blood taste in ritual wine.
the night is cut short by a cry of despair.
someone will go a thousand more leagues,
and someone will embrace the earth in a deadly dream.

cry, cry flute
in my hands
about those who will stay to live in this terrible battle
the power of love is stronger than death and fear,
and a faithful bow is safer than any prayer.

the moon is reflected in the dead pupils,
a friend will not wake up from eternal sleep.
rage freezes in souls with not melting ice.
blood paid for the right to life.
blood runs between fingers
but we can't go back to the ruined house

cry, cry flute
in my hands
about those who will accept our banner from dead hands,
for the children of war, centuries have frozen in their eyes,
about those who will step after us into human legends.
cry, cry flute
in my hands