Текст песни я с сетрой - На пороге войны

Brave Viking, grab an ax,
The enemy comes on the heels.
Friends - heroes ganging system
And let the will of hands.

Steel hooks dug into the side
Torn sail taut ...
Do not forget 'this fight ever,
If you get home.

Be strong and courageous, you do not drop tears,
Though steel enemies and sharp,
We will be chopped in the starlight,
We must live up to in the morning.

Heroes, remember old friends,
In battle they call upon,
Everyone who went into the depths of the seas,
He is standing waist-deep in blood.

We will fight, we in the rain,
Firmly clutching shields.
Not for nothing in the light fighter you are born,
Fate and possess you.

Our muscles are strong like steel,
The roar breaks the hearing.
Eyes are green in the distance.
No one will break our spirit!

So tight squeeze viking ax
Death comes on the heels!
Friends characters ganging system
And let the will of hands.