Текст песни Pagan Reign - Ветер Прошлого

Above the dense forests, rushing wind,
Swaying dead rest.
Earth poured my song From the depths,
The fact that there has been a long time.

In that song babbling on crowns of oaks,
And the surface of the transparent lakes.
And grief and joy, and wisdom of the gods
And the ancestors of the ancient reproach.

And the wind will tell about the past glory,
About honor our fathers.
The strength of the mighty and brave hearts,
What lived, where - for a long time.

Let beats a warrior for his land
Instilling fear the enemy.
A forest song to help him,
Break the curse mist.

And the wind carries from the past effect.
To help their grandchildren.
To root Slavic came alive again,
And its land protected.

And breaks wind again.
Piercing the flesh of time.
And pours wind song.
Inhaling effect in the blood.