Dark Souls 3 ost - Prince Lothric
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Oh dear, another dogged contender.
Welcome, Unkindled one, purloiner of cinders.
Mind you, the mantle of lord interests me none.
The fire-linking curse, the legacy of lords, let it all fade into nothing.
You've done quite enough, now have your rest.
This spot marks our grave.
But you may rest here, too, if you like...
Oh, dear brother...
I'm on my way...
My brother, unyielding sword of Lothric's Prince.
Rise, if you would.
...For that is our curse.
Oh, dear brother...
Mark my words, Ashen one...
You remain among the accursed...
Боже, ещё один упрямый противник.
Добро пожаловать. Знаю, ты из негорящих, воруешь пепел.
Сразу скажу, мантия повелителя меня не интересует.
Проклятие зажигания огня, наследие повелителей, да гори оно всё огнём.
Сделано уже достаточно, тебе пора отдохнуть.
Наша могила — здесь. Если хочешь, здесь будешь покоиться и ты.
О, дорогой брат... Я уже в пути...
Брат мой, несгибаемый клинок принца Лотрика.
Встань, если можешь.
...Ибо это наше проклятие.
О, дорогой брат...
Попомни мои слова...
Ты останешься среди проклятых...
Welcome, Unkindled one, purloiner of cinders.
Mind you, the mantle of lord interests me none.
The fire-linking curse, the legacy of lords, let it all fade into nothing.
You've done quite enough, now have your rest.
This spot marks our grave.
But you may rest here, too, if you like...
Oh, dear brother...
I'm on my way...
My brother, unyielding sword of Lothric's Prince.
Rise, if you would.
...For that is our curse.
Oh, dear brother...
Mark my words, Ashen one...
You remain among the accursed...
Боже, ещё один упрямый противник.
Добро пожаловать. Знаю, ты из негорящих, воруешь пепел.
Сразу скажу, мантия повелителя меня не интересует.
Проклятие зажигания огня, наследие повелителей, да гори оно всё огнём.
Сделано уже достаточно, тебе пора отдохнуть.
Наша могила — здесь. Если хочешь, здесь будешь покоиться и ты.
О, дорогой брат... Я уже в пути...
Брат мой, несгибаемый клинок принца Лотрика.
Встань, если можешь.
...Ибо это наше проклятие.
О, дорогой брат...
Попомни мои слова...
Ты останешься среди проклятых...
OH Dear, Another Dogged Contender.
Welcome, Unkindled One, Purloiner of Cinders.
Mind You, The Mantle of Lord Interests Me None.
The Fire-Linking Curse, The Legacy of Lords, Let it All Fade Into Nothing.
You've Done Quite En feing, Now have your rest.
This Spot Marks Oour Grave.
But You May Rest Here, Too, If You Like ...
Oh, Dear Brother ...
I'm on my way ...
My Brother, UNYILELDING SWORD of Lothric's Prince.
Rise, If You Wood.
... for that is out curse.
Oh, Dear Brother ...
Mark My Words, Ashen One ...
You Remain Among the Accursed ...
God, another stubborn enemy.
Welcome. I know that you are from nonsense, steal ashes.
I must say right away, the lord mantle does not interest me.
The curse of the ignition of fire, the legacy of the lords, yes Gori it is all fire.
Enough has already been done, you have to relax.
Our grave is here. If you want, you will rest here and you.
Oh, dear brother ... I'm already on the way ...
My brother, the unbending blade of Prince Lotrick.
Get up if you can.
... for this is our curse.
Oh dear brother ...
Remember my words ...
You will stay among the damned ...
Welcome, Unkindled One, Purloiner of Cinders.
Mind You, The Mantle of Lord Interests Me None.
The Fire-Linking Curse, The Legacy of Lords, Let it All Fade Into Nothing.
You've Done Quite En feing, Now have your rest.
This Spot Marks Oour Grave.
But You May Rest Here, Too, If You Like ...
Oh, Dear Brother ...
I'm on my way ...
My Brother, UNYILELDING SWORD of Lothric's Prince.
Rise, If You Wood.
... for that is out curse.
Oh, Dear Brother ...
Mark My Words, Ashen One ...
You Remain Among the Accursed ...
God, another stubborn enemy.
Welcome. I know that you are from nonsense, steal ashes.
I must say right away, the lord mantle does not interest me.
The curse of the ignition of fire, the legacy of the lords, yes Gori it is all fire.
Enough has already been done, you have to relax.
Our grave is here. If you want, you will rest here and you.
Oh, dear brother ... I'm already on the way ...
My brother, the unbending blade of Prince Lotrick.
Get up if you can.
... for this is our curse.
Oh dear brother ...
Remember my words ...
You will stay among the damned ...
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