Текст песни BRIGANTINA - В гордой печали

In the proud sadness frozen moon,
And the Knights of the way it illuminates,
Shrouded night foreign lands,
In the dead silence - only horse gait.

Away blackened dense forests,
Trees like digging into the heavens,
And riders exhausted, and it seems nothing
He continues the way. But we must not tarry.

With the dawn of the night mist dissipated,
The road to the cave had brought him.
Ancient prophecy come true yet -
The evil he had a chance to meet here.

By noon, he struck his enemy:
Last head snake cut down.
And greedily inhaled the scent of fresh grass.
In the grass that lay all three heads.

In the proud sadness frozen moon,
And the Knights of the way it illuminates,
Sung the glory of his native land -
Come alone holy land.