Текст песни The Breadberries - Последнее войско

Swaying heather, a breath of wind ,
Dew gone crying earth .
The last rays of his treasured gift ,
Yes bitter dust , but the way a snake.
Hot glare leave them on the memory ,
Let the dead shine steel fire.
They are the heart still hurts a betrayal ,
So whether it is now the darkness bright day .
The last troops last song ,
In hex ​​string again weaves crying.
Dew on the grass , near a harbinger of the night ,
Yes bitter dust of their past failures.