Текст песни Odor Mortis - Мщеньем ветер поёт

The blood - revenge calls,
The black sky clouds of arrows,
Rage - sweet hungry heart breaks,
The clash of swords and the mountains of bodies,
A shiver of frightened victims
Death carries their soul,
Life is given to worthy -
The weak must die.

Steel cuts the body,
Cross - output axes,
Death - devouring fire
Temples frail gods.
Stone, bloody grin,
Trampled in the snow last enemy,
Darkness - the hour of victory arrived,
Wind ruffled black banner.

You chose your way, not for peers -
You did not want to be a slave.
Born free abhors shackles
Others will let cattle.
Death spares neither its nor strangers
One for all mortal inheritance,
But do not die, and the glory of thy great
valorous deeds.

Icy silence of the mountains,
Anonymous ancient snow-capped,
Napping tired twilight thicket,
Hides the temples forgotten gods.
But the silent oaks,
And nod shaggy spruce.
Only the wind longs madness winter
But he remembers the song that we have not dopel.

What we do not dopel