"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"
As his life's blood's leaving
I hold my son, my only son
And tears fill my burning eyes
While his skin turns pale as snow
Butchered he lies here bleeding in my arms
Slewn by the men of the single god
Hatred burns in my chest
Rain fall from a raging heaven
The wind howls like wolves at the moon
I will seek vengeance for my son
I swear I'll avenge my first born one
I ride fast through the woods
My friends are by my eyes
"Slaves of hvitekrist today you die!"
"Mдktiga gudar,
i gyllene salen.
Hjдlp mig i striden
mot sondrдparna,
Den hцge skall
Fцr huggen hдmnas
och blod skall gдldas
i blod"
Our cloaks fly in the wind
As we ride in the cold dark night
We're closing in on our enemies
With rage in our hears burning bright
The clouds scatter in the northern wind
A full moon rides the pitch black sky
"Now, hounds of Hvitekrist,
your time has come to die!"
"Kneel before my sword!
No mercy! Your time has come to die!
This is the ride for vengeance!"