Текст песни Pagan Reign - Твердь - Последняя Битва

Climbed over Russia countless hordes,
Those born in the darkness of distant steppes,
Bearing death on the blades of swords
For all those who feel the fear before them.

But the horror is not guided by the descendants of Perun
Sword in hand - and everyone is ready to defend
The home country of the treacherous raids
And trust no one to break the fighters

Scarlet arrows soared over the walls
As soon as they saw the sun's rays.
And the battle began, and for life, and for glory
In the flickering glow of a summer night.

Defeat the enemy of the power of the firmament
Like black river of white cliff,
Only the blood of strangers shed in vain,
Their desperate cries of the wind carried away.

So it was to be, for years to come
Let foe remember Slavic steel
And crows flying over the free land,
Wing making the sign of the celestial horizon.