Текст песни Wallace Band - Одинокая гора

Lone mountain

Maxim Nizhegorodov

Wait, lonely mountain!
To you it's time for us with gold
After leaving the house, we get out of the way
In the early morning fog

In the old days there ancient charms
Chant slow sounded,
And hard mlat forged damask -
In the depths beneath the Mountain knocking

Granite stones are the creators of the stars
Shining gold crowns,
Painted in earth, in the foothill haze
We created our forefathers.

Bard golden harp strings
He moved to the depths of the Earth.
No elf lord nor black orc
I did not hear the sounds of the song.

The slope of the red-hot flaming,
Wail winds aloft,
Fire rushed and roared,
Billowing to the sky par.

Broadcasts trouble the midnight bell,
And sped wailing on all sides:
The Crimson Hell underground hail
The killer-snake turned.

Dragon took from us our house.
It remembers every dwarf.
Dawn calls us all forward
Treasure your refund!

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