Текст песни Pagan Reign - Меч воина

On the old abandoned warrior sword
What is seen in his life long
As head of the enemies are broken shoulders
And the pain and the insane time running.

Whose fingers clutching your handle ?
Whose blood washed over you?
No one can learn the secrets of children
What a fight you absorbed in itself.

Born to be the finger of the Gods
In the hands of the mighty Slavic
And to defend the land and shelter
Enemies of all Slavs , turning to dust

Mighty smith - Messenger Magus
Your body is forged from steel lunar
And knocked a lot of strange characters
That enemy of Russia under thee melted

Sword of the warrior - the power of the Slavic gods
Warrior sword - the glory of our birth
Sword of the warrior - the death of their God
War - a difficult road of life .
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Mighty smith - Messenger Magus
Your body is forged from steel lunar
And knocked a lot of strange characters
That enemy of Russia under thee melted

And the thunder and lightning, and their mother - thunderstorm
Will force the enemy negligible
That fire burned out of anger you eyes
Ver the prophets of monotheism

On the old abandoned warrior sword
What is seen in his life long
As head of the enemies are broken shoulders
And the pain and the insane time running.

Whose fingers clutching your handle ?
Whose blood washed over you
No one can learn the secrets of children
What a fight you absorbed in itself.