Текст песни Pagan Reign - Былина о Святославе

Young Prince - Perun warrior
On a sunny morning is born,
And solve old Igor
Svyatoslav will he

Thunder freedom breaks out again
Heralding the battle chime
Time will come new
The news comes amid tribes

South foe fear
With black anger sharpening his sword
Svyatoslav, growing fast
It is going to flog

He swears at borders
Remove forever escapes oppression
Adds new force
Each revolution of the sun

In the sky, a sign - a soaring raven
Prince leads his troops
Through the steppe and lakes
In the camp of the old enemy

The fear of burning in the hearts of the Khazars
Horror enveloped East
Taken Itil cold steel
Beheaded Khanate

At the head of his troops
Svyatoslav always goes
Devotees people close
Prince gives the order - forward

Each victory gave everything
Continuing his march
On the boats to the gates of Constantinople
With the army came to fight for the year

Pali ancient wall
Byzantine fortress
Above crosses alien faith
Loudly ringing swords

Svyatoslav oath fulfilled
No enemies stronger Russia
There were troops in their homeland
In the light of the fiery dawn

But the black Khazars meanness
In the back, suffered a blow
Prince battled dozens of soldiers
A heroic death in battle fell

But Russia has not become weaker
Svyatoslav his sword
On century glorified the land
Rules where he was born