Текст песни Ylande - руки тишины

Silence hands wings lie behind his back
Large road dust and cold month gold
Scars on hand. They are visible than scars on the soul
And the last sleep on the cold, sacrificial knife

Gray Moon, gives his mystery to fugitive
Steel curved claws breaks the throat
Against the power of the mountains, against the fear of death under the whip
To far shores, where the native forgotten house is

Where the sun never dies
Where the smoke of fires clouds clouds
Where death will be tired echo
River runs there

On the scene of blood, the sword sparkles, the sword peaks the law
Crowd cries, and a former champion is blocked
The most honest court - the steel will decide - who is the right and whose wine
And a reward - life, life slave, now she is yours

This is someone's life, or it's just a strange sleep
Memory do not kill neither chains nor a steel sword
Faith do not break neither whip nor a princely crown
Will melt the thread to find the lost pattern