Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Braveheart

My fight is over, is nearing the end
From the hands of Destiny I take the cup
Hear me, all-seeing Creator!
One you, O God, you know how I'm scared
Boiling anger raging crowd
Faceless raging sea
Immortality does not tolerate hustle
In the rite of purification shame.

Land stranger takes my blood
Those who remained, raise the banner
Do not leave me, my love
Hath not the larger court people above us
When there is no more strength to endure
And the cold gray dohnёt eternity
You shadow suddenly appeared in the crowd
And with a smile, I'll go to meet:

I knew you'd come, I'm waiting for you
When the life of the body jerk cry
And the thread of life cruel Fate
The blade cuts the frozen glare.
When the flap of the sacred canvas
Release suddenly opened his fingers
My heart for you will come down from the cross
And we leave, so as not to leave more than