Pagan Reign - First Arrows On A Battlefield Тексты

Over the snowbound forest
You can see smokes of a camp
The proud sons of Perun
Gathered to guard this land

The raven forebodes bloody battles
The wind sings the song of war cries
And all that would survive the steel blows
Would be sent by the flames to the skies

No repent, no mercy for aliens!
They'll drown in the darkness of night
The warriors are holding their weapons
Expecting the soon-coming fight

Foes gaze at the sun, full of worry
No prayers save them from defeat
All Russians will fight for their glory
First arrows fell on battlefield