Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Последний пир

Last feast has not yet been defeated
stay the night , and tomorrow is no longer
circle - black cup doomed
well ahead of last dawn awaits
There are swords covered in a sheath
and death is not looking them in the eye
but they can not be saved from death
because he could not leave them to order

Last bowl - goodbye - golden wine
In silence in a circle silver cup goes
Nobody comes back from this fight
The last song today dopoёt singer .
In the fight, through the death and terrible way far
The song will stand in silence
When the minstrel picks up a sword ,
Lute burns in the fire .

In the battle are equal before death storyteller and Warrior
Hand minstrel embrace sword hilt
In the eyes of doom , but pale faces calm
On the brink of war , but in a battle they can not stand
Minstrel sings , his voice clear and high
The song rings in the sky
When the minstrel picks up a sword ,
Lute burns in the fire .

Let taught science possession of weapons
Still, the singer can not afford to become a warrior
Sword minstrel keep hard and do not need to
Even harder to kill him raise
Knights songs and long journeys
Killed in a brutal war
When the minstrel picks up a sword ,
Lute burns in the fire .

He graduated from the feast, and to sing the last song
Iron string for the last time stroking the palm
"It's time !" - On the threshold stood in anticipation Gazette
And carefully lute singer down in flames
Clean and loudly singing the dawn horn
Torn Second String
When the minstrel picks up a sword ,
Lute burns in the fire .