Текст песни Железный Поток - Тропа Войны

Hurry, the Indian, the mountains,
See you there patrols.
Near the high walls!
Appear back to the dawn,
To bring to justice the killers.
Tribe, the pale, hungry for blood!

Through the forest, Like a demon. Galloping horse.
Everything is lit path lies. Through the fire.
Again and again. Bloodshed, Boy goes.
Sign of fate - the warpath, calling Thee.
Warpath!

Lit land ancestors!
Shoot the enemies accurately.
It is a sacred duty.
Slaughtered the whole tribe!
Little time for revenge.
May you help spears and arrows.

Through the forest, Like a demon. Galloping horse.
Everything is lit path lies. Through the fire.
Again and again. Bloodshed, Boy goes.
Sign of fate - the warpath, calling Thee.
Warpath!

Your enemies are insidious!
But they do not know the secrets
Large ancient caves.
Where lurks in the dark,
Kept away from the eyes
Gold that the gods gave ancestors.

Through the forest, Like a demon. Galloping horse.
Everything is lit path lies. Through the fire.
Again and again. Bloodshed, Boy goes.
Sign of fate - the warpath, calling Thee.
Warpath!