Текст песни Сергей Уткин - Крепче воин сжимай топор

Tight squeeze warrior ax
The trouble comes on the heels
Aliens Drakar closed the circle
Loki frantic Jarl .

Dozens of hooks dug into the side
Prostrelyanny sail taut
Even though you are a great fighter born ,
You're not coming home .

Do not believe the same Freya Lady of dreams,
After sharp steel stranger ,
Easily chopped by starlight
But do not survive until morning .

Dozens of arrows on the shell knock ,
And in one 's throat enough ,
Even though you are a great fighter born ,
You're not coming home .

On the feast of blades friends call me ,
Call them to battle ,
All those who have gone into the depths of the seas ,
Standing waist-deep in the blood.

And no graves in the smooth surface of the sea,
As there is no trace of the stern ,
Odin himself hardly undertake to say
When you return home.

1st verse again.