"Обычно, когда к кому-то приходит крутая идея или новый рифф, все остальные «подхватывают» новинку, начиная делать свой собственный вклад"
"Обычно, когда к кому-то приходит крутая идея или новый рифф, все остальные «подхватывают» новинку, начиная делать свой собственный вклад"
My days are numbered: soon I have to leave
The Horns have stretched my living thread
The notion of my demise won't leave me be
Why cannot death just set me free!
I've lived a life or prosperity
But I'm not as young as I used to be
Down the road waits misery
Why cannot death just set me free!
Countless armies have I attacked
Not once have I backed down
And though I've spilled a lot of blood
I never once received a mortal wound
I've raided shores in many lands
I cannot count the men I've killed
So many friends died with sword in hand
But the warrior's death was never granted me
I dress myself in battle clothes
Alone I make the final ride
My sight is blurred, by whipping snow
I seek to end my life
I want to walk across the Rainbow Bridge
And see my fathers in the golden hall
They beckon me to join their feast
In my dreams I hear their call