Древние Боги помнят забытую кровь. Нам на ладони чертит грядущее рок. Серые кони, серый усталый клинок. Там, за порогом ветра нездешнего вихрь Древние
Making way through blades and spears We attack at dawn The glory scene is near From northern Gods we're spawned Defender's fighting spirit crack Torching
Making way through blades and spears We attack at dawn The glory scene is near From northern gods we're spawned Defender's fighting sprit crack Torching
Well I'm searching for some comfort In these words and chords and the courage cant be found here between the walls I know I'm trying to keep this memory
Перевод: Amon Amarth. Bleed For Древние Боги.
Перевод: Blue Oyster Cult. Древние Боги Вернуться.
: Making way through blades and spears We attack at dawn The glory scene is near From northern gods we're spawned Defender's fighting sprit crack Torching
They return back with the ancient spirits They return back to kill the living They return back to take this Earth They return back to take their own
Now is the time the moon is in alignment With the unknown zodiac, the untold sign Of the fiery maniac within each breast Awaits a stirring irridescent