Текст песни Фарамир и Захар - Святой Георгий

Behind the walls of the old abbey
I was told his gatekeeper,
That neither night, concealment
An unknown rider arrives ...
In black mantle, big and clumsy,
He goes the yard, squeezing his lips.
Slowly stepping through the puddles,
He is dirty in dirt his races ...

Having pulled heavy
Spirits fuss on the threshold
Toads and midnight owls,
Sorcerers and wild old women ...
And the sinister laughter sounds all night
In the corridors of the hectic and in the temple,
Dancing, songs and heavy rumble
Nail boards ...

And the next morning in the wild noise of orgies
Known horror cries and anger -
Then goes with the sword of St. George,
What is excised from ivory.
Seeing angry shifted eyebrows,
Demons are saved in fright,
And the outflows are visible blood drops
On his silver mail ...