Текст песни Grimwind - Боль Арты

Crunch bones under boots,
Blood rivers flow on the ground:
The army of faithful comes
To burn everything in the holy fire.

Chorus:
Bloody tears crying art,
Pierces the soul full pain cry ...
Hear a fighter, stop, do not!
But ... It is stupid to wait for the transmour from the blind.

Land servants enemy glow,
Captives are also waiting for fires.
The army of light comes:
"On the knees, the servants of darkness"

Chorus.

"I bowed who Morgot
We turn into slavery
In the battle leads golden
Our army after him "

Chorus.

Only corpses and ashes - that's all that remains.
No one heard the lands of the sorrow.
Arya does not cry - only moaning is tired.
And the szvuch of the massacre of that - the motive of terrible dreams.