My king, my king, how was I supposed to know that
everyone will falter when you die.
And as we speak the army of our enemies
is approaching our gates, we cannot fly.
Behold, my son,
There’s a way to save you all,
Don’t you despair, don’t be petrified.
There is an armor,
ancient magic made it strong,
And you shall wear it when you face the fight.
This harness will guide us through dangerous night,
It humbles the foe with its grace.
The thornmail will help us prevail and survive,
Our deadliest fate we embrace.
Well done, my son, it’s the way to save you all,
but don’t you think the realm’s been purified.
Creatures of darkness are still longing for your fall,
Keep them in thrall, it’s time to smite and ignite.
My king, my king, how was I supposed to know that
everyone will falter when you die.
Son, smite them all!
Мой король, мой король, откуда мне было знать, что
все дрогнут, после того как ты умрешь.
Прямо сейчас армия наших врагов
приближается к нашим стенам, мы не можем бежать.
Узри, мой сын,
Существует способ спасти вас всех.
Не впадай в отчаяние, не поддавайся страху.
Есть доспех,
укрепленный древней магией,
И ты наденешь его, когда отправишься в битву.
Этот доспех проведет нас сквозь опасную ночь,
Враги застывают перед его великолепием.
Шипованный доспех поможет нам преуспеть и выжить,
Мы принимаем нашу самую смертельную участь.
Отлично сработано, мой сын, это способ спасти вас всех,
но не думай, что государство было очищено.
Создания тьмы по-прежнему желают твоего падения.
Держи их в повиновении, настало время карать и поджигать
Мой король, мой король, откуда мне было знать, что
все дрогнут, после того как ты умрешь.
Сын, покарай их всех!
My king, my king, how was I supposed to know that
everyone will falter when you die.
And as we speak the army of our enemies
is approaching our gates, we cannot fly.
Behold, my son,
There's a way to save you all,
Don't you despair, don't be petrified.
There is an armor,
ancient magic made it strong,
And you shall wear it when you face the fight.
This harness will guide us through dangerous night,
It humbles the foe with its grace.
The thornmail will help us prevail and survive,
Our deadliest fate we embrace.
Well done, my son, it's the way to save you all,
but don't you think the realm's been purified.
Creatures of darkness are still longing for your fall,
Keep them in thrall, it's time to smite and ignite.
My king, my king, how was I supposed to know that
everyone will falter when you die.
Son, smite them all!
My king , my king , how was I to know that
all falter after you die.
Now the army of our enemies
approaching our walls, we can not escape.
Behold , my son ,
There is a way to save you all.
Do not despair , do not give in to fear.
There armor
fortified ancient magic ,
And you put it, when he went into battle .
This armor will take us through the dangerous night
Freeze enemies before his magnificence.
Studded armor will help us succeed and survive ,
We accept our most deadly fate.
Well done , my son , is a way to save you all ,
but do not think that the state has been cleared .
Creatures of darkness still wish your downfall .
Keep them in subjection , it is time to punish and set fire
My king , my king , how was I to know that
all falter after you die.
Son , punish them all!