Текст песни сколот - Внуки Богов

Seething abyss of friends,
Soulless black bares fangs
And the pain like a sword breaks our flesh,
And tears of fire pierced his chest.

But the fate of the slaughterhouse does not rot our souls,
Not one step back, gritting his teeth forward,
Let death tirelessly behind laughs,
And the storm roars choking with anger.

We know that song that takes us through the thorns,
Powerlessness and fear against faith saint
And the spears of the enemy did not immediately this belief,
After all, the song that we have in Viet and cold and heat.

In unearthly paradise or sections bloody
We always remember those homes
The smell of the river and the forest coolness
Birds singing at night campfire.

But so far only the storm, angry fight to the death,
Before us stands a blind sometimes darkness,
But we believe in our way, we sing your song,
And she, like an arrow flying above the waves.

Yes, we are the grandchildren of gods and we still have power,
And let away from cherished dream,
And let the fatigue of blood in the veins run cold,
And its purpose as before, we are true.