Текст песни Wolf - Черный драккар

Here is a huge drakkar stuck keel in the sand,
There is a wave under your feet, splashes splash on your face,
There is no place for melancholy, weekday boredom,
On the coastal sand dancing black shadows.

Sparks carved steel, dancing pulse at the temple
And gambling rush in reckless throw.
There is no luck for the enemies, not one will leave,
Black Sword - Hurricane - The Song of Death Sings ...

I have never seen this before:
A shaft of hacked bodies grew in the sand.
Too many enemies, so the king fell,
And behind us, Drakkar was on fire ...

Narrow-eyed death rose in darkness
And friends go light to Valhalla,
A dozen enemies viking got in the way
To live like a man, or death like a man.

We are five knee-deep in blood,
Among the hundreds of enemies, Loki take them,
Everything has long been decided, and here our hour has come:
With a cry of & quot; Thor! & Quot; on the lips we enter the berserkerang ...

We rushed forward like a pack of wolves.
And an iron ring overlaid shooters,
Blackened swords of English blood,
And the fun went into two hands, into two hands ...

I am lying on the sand, the enemy is the last one killed,
Sword clutching in my hand and hacked shield.
Everything is decided long ago, my hour has come,
And in the coastal sand a new dabbed drakkar ...