Текст песни Иллет - Мы поклоняемся мечу

We worship the Sword
And the blood from the blade wash scroll.
We worship the Sword
And the world colorful brocade
Toss under the hooves of the horses.

We - Named rock scourge
Over Christian decrepit world.
And - yes tveodyni fall down
Hearing our battle cry
And shake the walls of Rome!

Slaves humility on earth
The Lord will pay the boredom of heaven,
Yes, not about us peace and ashes -
After all, we are born in the saddle
And on a horse we die.

How deadly arrows
We rush to battle drunk smell
Where is the blood of the earth izoydet
On Catalaunian fields
When the East will embrace the West!

And Nibelungen skull
We feast on wine fill.
Zardeyut blood clouds
As a sunrise sunset
Promchatsya evil steppe horses!

And we will leave as lightning
Promelknuv summer lightning over the world.
Over feasts fierce fire
Okinet sun Okoem
Bloody eye of a bird of prey!