Текст песни Эпидемия - Рожденный для битвы

Dezmond:
What should I do - one against all
How and where do I go?
I am the enemy only call laughter
The chances of my - one to ten.

You, my friend, do not obessud
I want to take with me,
But it can be fatal path
You must decide for himself.

Torvald:
For you my sword
Not once more will,
He will crush the rock and ice.
Like a wild tornado
Darkness stronghold of ruin,
Just say the word "Forward!"

Dezmond:
The specter of death, the creation of evil
Deimos from the abyss called Faceless.
Our world will be covered dense ash
Rust eats the noble metal.

Take your sword, except my fear -
We do not need the gods!
Toy in the hands of fate
Ought not to be us!

Torvald:
For you my sword
Not once more will,
He will crush the rock and ice.
Like a wild tornado
Darkness stronghold of ruin,
Just say the word "Forward!"

Solo Bush

Torvald:
Desmond, my friend, I'm ready for anything -
Only battle I was born.
Fear - is a weakness because:
Who is afraid - already defeated.

Irdis:
It does not penetrate into the heart of fear -
Ray faith is not extinguished.
You find strength in the mountains,
Where immortal spirit alive!

Torvald:
For you my sword
Not once more will,
He will crush the rock and ice.
Like a wild tornado
Darkness stronghold of ruin,
Just say the word "Forward!"