Butterfly Temple - Чертоги Безмолвия - Неба Слеза
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Small dawn - Sky Tears
Falls down, blinds his eyes
Dubrave greens, whisper of water
The screams of fate are flooded with hops
Clouds closed a white mark - we disappear
Remember, brothers, grandfathers Testament, raising a sword
Mother-Earth, your strength fills us up,
Mother-Earth, your strength will become a cuddles of our victories
Echoes of dreams - faults or not
Time will judge in response
Fortress of shields, though swords,
Stinging an attack of eyes
Turia horns the attack is trumpeted,
Latniki are closed in a row
So the destined hour has come
God and the spirit of the ancestors for us
Death to the weak reward we do not deserve it
The sword weaves dark blood in the grass in the grass patterns
The scream breaks from the throat of the evil song of fame
The pain torments the body of the victims of wolf fun
Roll-floor, Svarozhye Kolo
Time has come to turn back
Do not overcome the Falcon for the enemies today
Will be defeated
Rolling-field, fierce sun
Suri of heavenly mold over the edge
There is no sweeter than the warrior than the warrior
In the cross -cutting crop
Echoes of dreams - faults or not
Time will judge in response
Fortress of shields, though swords,
Stinging an attack of eyes
Turia horns the attack is trumpeted,
Latniki are closed in a row
So the destined hour has come
God and the spirit of the ancestors for us