Текст песни Night Tier - Викинги

Glitter axes and hundreds of blades
During the glorious battle Jarl
Save the Earth from the shackles of slavery
Offering prayers to the Gods

Army Zhvaronga shields rattles
He thinks we scare
But the enemy blood is washed
Acute our sword again

Sharp Axe so accurate bow
We are brothers and wives have replaced
Fortress shoulder and arm strength
Dwarves left in the grave

Night fell on the battlefield
The moon will light the person who died
We put the saga of our friends
And their names will go down in legend

Where ends the horizon
Dead waiting Valhalla
Under the boards with gold honey eaters
Among the warriors whose spirit rock