Текст песни Пророчество Вёльвы - Троя

Try to be inaudible ,
Become invisible shadow.
In the darkness someone breathes,
Waiting for a good omen .

In the prayers of whiling away ,
Night fateful close.
dead closing
Eyes on the faces of the dead .

War does not honor the heroes,
She just craves fame.
Fruits of cripples , rogue ,
In the centuries has earned laurels .

Beautiful of castles ,
Great rock .
Popped out from under the rubble ,
Saving your name .

FIRST NAME ...

Only in faith together
Could it all go .
Drowning in luxury and treacherous flattery,
Well it all sunk in the midst of a bloody war .

Wait, hold on, the defenders of Troy,
About your strong arms will break down their swords.
Noble and courageous men of war,
In impregnable wall will fall to the ground your enemies.

And do not hail of arrows rusty , not scorching flame,
Do not force the bow Trojan sons .
Above his head the sacred banner stands ,
Or anyone from the Trojans did not make slaves.