Текст песни Pagan Reign - Враг У Ворот

The heart of the Slavic ancestral lands,
You are unapproachable for the whirlwind of times
The city that grew among: eternal forests,
Hundreds of battles, and hardened by fire.

Heavy stones of those fortress walls,
You've seen hundreds of enemies in your lifetime,
But Russia was not broken for thousands of years
Horde after horde, foray after raid.

The road under the shadow of mighty trees
Leads to the rising sun palace
Where people are strong with an open soul,
And fear will not approach the stronghold of the threshold.

Calm blows from the Kremlin towers,
And the light will not leave the stronghold of Svarog,
But a gloomy stea soared over the city, g
A sentinel shout - "The enemy is at the gate again!"