Текст песни Троя - 155

The clouds are raging over the scarlet flag
Near the abyss, half a step to it
Sweat and blood mixed with muddy water
A wild roar strikes fear into hearts
But we will fight to the end
To see again, there in the distance, my native shore

Against the proud gods
Along the steep banks
The path of the rebels is harsh

Mortals - know! Your hour has come
You are not destined to escape from fate
Your last moment is a foregone conclusion
People humble yourself-
You have no other way

The riot of the sea or the fury of the wind
No time to look for answers
The teeth of the gray rocks grow into a wall
The will to live tears apart the fear
And the handle of the oar groans in his hands,
But faith in your truth will lead us home again