"Я вспоминаю истории о викингах и богах, которые я любил читать, исследую и навожу справки, уточняя факты, заглядываю в Эдду, и всё такое. Люблю читать, готическую литературу, например, она меня вдохновляет"
"Я вспоминаю истории о викингах и богах, которые я любил читать, исследую и навожу справки, уточняя факты, заглядываю в Эдду, и всё такое. Люблю читать, готическую литературу, например, она меня вдохновляет"
Ten heavy feet
Walks the bloodsoiled ground
With rhythm these
Five warriors march
No matter how much
The bleeding wounds
From enemy swordcuts
Hurts to the bone
The revenge they sought
Was taken in blood
No mercy was showed
No mercy was showed
They ignore the pain
That hammerlike pounds
From falls, off slain
Horses, to the ground
No signs of weakness
No signs of weariness
Not even a glimce
Of remorse in their eyes
They slew men ruthless
Fed the wolves with flesh
And now they leave
This land side by side
Now they're headed home
Five swordsmen who fought repentlessly
Their story will be told
Of five brave men endlessly
All sorrow is left
For the women to bare
The children cries
They'll live in fear
No man was spared
No house or farm remains
No christian woman...
Their church consumed by flames
Their steel shines red
With enemy blood
It sings of victory
Granted by the Gods
And as they return
Bleeding but proud
The horizon burns
And the song is ringing loud