Текст песни Бергтора 2011 - 06 Священник

Priest our Trail of the Ancients
Out from under our very Trinity.
They prayed day and night, no wind,
Do not went outside the village,

Brooks went to poison us ample
With meadows that are created before the time ...
We will be forever alone
Wander without a family, without a tribe ...

Chorus:
Bag of coins on the table
The merchant threw me how come,
I took it home, which is embraced by death.
That last victim eh?

It has no bitter farewell
With fields, home, garden, Other,
And the fate promised me
Leave the seats, patients illnesses.

Where happiness, you abandoned,
And where no strangers sheets?
Where are our temples are not skewed?
Where not nestled sky pines?

Chorus:
Do not make, do not steal
What can not be!
Not the last attack you,
What and destroys, and color life!

Neither the will nor the wife skillful
Do not divorce your insomnia!
You even hide in the woods, at least in the upper room -
I follow you follow the shadow!