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Bergthora - Shrine
There will be no day in life more beautiful than our last day,
When the old shadow fell from me onto the stone.
And tears dripped onto the bottom of that bowl in my hands.
The god wept with intoxicating drink, we silently walked into the darkness...
Chorus:
How much blood has been spilled, little or much,
Tired hands chop off a head,
My cursed enemy destroys for weeks
The grove, untouched by blizzards...
There the day is bright, the earth is blooming, but there is no way there,
And our crazy old prince decided to find it.
His men lie at the bottom in the embrace of dead hands,
Since then, I meet their abandoned companions in my dreams...
Chorus:
How long or short will we wander through the forest,
We will not become damp grass, slender pines.
I would like to turn back time with blue rivers,
You are closer than ever, but you cannot be taken...
How much blood has been spilled, little or much,
Tired hands chop off a head,
My cursed enemy destroys for weeks
The grove, untouched by blizzards...
There will be no day in life more beautiful than our last day,
When the old shadow fell from me onto the stone.
And tears dripped onto the bottom of that bowl in my hands.
The god wept with intoxicating drink, we silently walked into the darkness...
Chorus:
How much blood has been spilled, little or much,
Tired hands chop off a head,
My cursed enemy destroys for weeks
The grove, untouched by blizzards...
There the day is bright, the earth is blooming, but there is no way there,
And our crazy old prince decided to find it.
His men lie at the bottom in the embrace of dead hands,
Since then, I meet their abandoned companions in my dreams...
Chorus:
How long or short will we wander through the forest,
We will not become damp grass, slender pines.
I would like to turn back time with blue rivers,
You are closer than ever, but you cannot be taken...
How much blood has been spilled, little or much,
Tired hands chop off a head,
My cursed enemy destroys for weeks
The grove, untouched by blizzards...
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!