Текст песни Тэм Гринхилл - Последний пир

Last feast has not yet been defeated
I stayed the night, and tomorrow is no longer
circle - black cup doomed
and ahead of the latter is waiting for the dawn
There are swords concealed in a sheath
and death is not looking them in the eye
but they can not be saved from death
because he could not leave them to order

Last bowl - goodbye - golden wine
In silence in a circle silver cup goes
No one will return from this battle
The last song today dopoёt singer.
In the fight, through the death and the terrible way to far
The song will stand in silence
When the minstrel picks up the blade,
Lute burns in the fire.

In the battle are equal before death storyteller and Warrior
Hand minstrel embrace sword hilt
In the eyes of doom, but pale faces calm
The war on the doorstep, but in battle they did not resist
Minstrel singing voice is pure and high
The song rings in the sky
When the minstrel picks up the blade,
Lute burns in the fire.

Let taught science possession of weapons
Still, the singer can not afford to become a warrior
Sword minstrel keep hard and do not need to
More difficult to kill him raise
Knights songs and long journeys
Killed in a brutal war
When the minstrel picks up the blade,
Lute burns in the fire.

He graduated from the feast, and to finish singing the last song
Iron string the last time stroking his hand
"It's time!" - On the threshold stood waiting Gazette
And carefully lute singer puts into the fire
Clean and loudly singing the dawn horn
Torn Second String
When the minstrel picks up the blade,
Lute burns in the fire.