Текст песни Исповедь меча - В роще древней

In a grove of ancient live
Where the tree grows
Where the terms of a multitude of waterfalls
There I grew up and lived
And whence sailed
Many years ago

Chorus:
but I'll come home
Dear mother
Meet as soon wife
So play and sing
Dance with Me
And soon pour me wine

Too long one
I went camping
Istesal of enemies to the sword
Tattered armor
I forgot your laughter
And friends buried

Chorus.

I'm tired of wandering.
Many paths trodden.
At the heart - the pain of separation and loss.
What drove the orcs
And the beat - not considered.
I can not count now.

Chorus.

And I came home
Dear mother
So rather Meet wife
So play and sing
Dance with Me
But the house is a wall