Текст песни Иллет - Мы поклоняемся мечу

We worship the Sword
And the blood from the blade wash scroll.
We worship the Sword
And the world colorful brocade
Horses toss under hoof.

We - Named rock scourge
Over Christian decrepit world.
And - yes tveodyni fall down
Hearing our battle cry
And shake the walls of Rome!

Slaves humility on earth
The Lord will pay the boredom of heaven,
But not about us tranquility and decay -
After all, we are born in the saddle
And on a horse we die.

How deadly arrow
We are rushing to battle drunk smell
Where is the blood of the earth izoydet
On Catalaunian fields
When the East will embrace the West!

And Nibelungen skull
We feast on the wine fill.
Zardeyut blood clouds,
When from sunrise to sunset
Promchatsya evil steppe horses!

And we will leave as lightning
The world promelknuv summer lightning.
Over the funeral feast fierce fire
Okinet sun Okoem
Bloody eye of a bird of prey!