Басни Менестреля - На закат
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The Lord of Ice held a council
The tribal leaders gathered in a circle
To answer the dark challenge
To those in whose hearts envy has settled
Sharp swords and spears
Piercing pagan armor
Above the military line, a loud cry
That gathers everyone to the campaign
A damask horse carries us forward
The shields of the squads closed in a chain
The Grand Duke leads the campaign
Against the black people beyond the wild steppe
Rows of chain mail hold the line
They strike the bodies of enemies with blades
All our ancestors are behind us
We march again into the sunset
There is a clique of greedy dead
On them a forest of banners with bones
By the will of the evil creators
Growing with fetid roots
But we will cut through the rotten flesh
The blizzard has encased us in armor
Tirelessly with a spear pierce
Through the armor of rusty metal
A damask horse carries us forward
The squads' shields close in a chain
The Grand Duke leads us on a campaign
Against the black people beyond the wild steppe
Rows of chain mail will hold the line
The enemy's bodies are smitten with blades
All our ancestors are behind us
We march again into the sunset
We had to cleanse the land
We will overcome the evil forces
It has been this way since ancient times
We will repel any villains
A damask horse carries us forward
The squads' shields close in a chain
The Grand Duke leads us on a campaign
Against the black people beyond the wild steppe
Rows of chain mail will hold the line
The enemy's bodies are smitten with blades
All our ancestors are behind us
We march again into the sunset