Текст песни Фьелльског - Баллада о Герое

Where is the memory of the days lived?
Where do heroes go for heroism?
We do not know, but the songs keep their valor,
And through time their fates carry.

Among the cliffs of gray, dense forests
The sunset was burning down on fire
The river flowed from voices
What's brighter than agate
And the white wind carried the legend
The legend of unsung ballads
And brought glory to the ancient
Through the ages the garden of thorns

On the field lies a sword and a shield
Leaning on him
And they wait through the centuries
His master
He was strong and he was proud
Fatal roll of thunder
In glory he froze like a stone
Glorious, great hero

He struck fear with his sword
He did not spare the enemies
And bringing the enemy army back into collapse
Retribution was made
He shook his shield
From a hail of arrows
The fire in his eyes sparkled
Blind fate laughing

And he lived a century and a century
He was not lived in vain
With your great destiny
He kept the world from evil
But where is the hero, sins will be there
With death across.
Don't forget those great days
May the term expired long ago

All strength and power is in his hands
At the feet of his law
And in the heart of a disastrous passion
Toppled the fervor of banners
When he heard behind him
Breath of cold hell
Rejected the salvation of icons
And there is no turning back

And at once in a moment he crushed
The vows and vows of the palace
He lived a golden age and lived happily
But I couldn't save my soul
Fear arose in his eyes
And the soul went out in my heart
Into oblivion, timeless dust
He walked slowly.

And the hero is doomed to immortality
Immortal evil having spawned
The gift for his salvation is numbered
The answer was fair
Do not wait now in the field for the sword
There is no great lord.
Don't sing a prayer on the shield
No light pours on him.

Years will burn, centuries will pass
Forgetting all sorrow in the darkness
Only the river of voices flows
Hiding the world with legends
And again the heroes go to feat
Their hearts lead them to battle
Weave their unsung ballads
They will be carried away for centuries ...