Текст песни Троя - Против гордых богов

The clouds are raging over the scarlet flag
Near the abyss - half a step to it,
Flesh 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.

(gods :)
Mortals, know your hour has come:
You are not destined to leave fate,
Mortals have long anticipated your moment by me;
Humble people, you have no other way!

The riot of the sea or the fury of the wind
No time to look for an answer:
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 our truth will bring us home again.