EN:
North wind brings us forward
Our old drakkar floats far.
Northerner on the stern watches to haze
Craves to see the foreign country.
Sword and axe replace friends.
I've become guilty for lot of deaths.
There is no mercy in hurt, pain has no matter
Other's wife will be mine.
Battle shields on your boards
Since childhood I've learned not to know about fear.
And I'm going to battle with my squad
For the death like before in the first line.
I'll see our gods after death.
The life will stop on the crossroads of worlds.
I'll get the rest in Valhalla.
Like a furious storm on a sea coast.
Mortal battle is boiling and there is no end.
The grass was smudged by red blood of our enemies.
And fire keeps playing in veins
The eight-legged horse is riding somewhere.
The sword's blades are flashing
I see death of my friends.
The bitter battle is boiling
Holy revenge is burning in me.
Vikings don't know about fear
The mad rage burns in hearts.
Varyags loves to kill
To take other's lives.
I'm going though enemy's corpses.
I'm going in dream and reality.
And if I'll die here
It will be great honor.
If I'll be beaten in my back I will laugh.
I'm not afraid of death anymore.
I'll see fear in the enemy's eyes
But my hand is going down.
My soul will be taken in Valhalla,
My body will be burned by vikings.
But runes of my memory
Will be in people's hearts forever.
RU:
Северный ветер мчит нас вперёд -
Старый драккар наш вдаль всё плывёт.
Норд на корме смотрит во мглу,
Жаждет увидеть чужую страну.
Меч и топор заменяют друзей,
Стал я виновником многих смертей!
В сердце нет жалости, боль не важна
Будет моей чужая жена.
Боевые щиты на твоих бортах,
С детства выучен я, что не ведаю страх
И с дружиной своею в бой я иду
На погибель, как прежде, в первом ряду.
После смерти увижу я наших богов,
Остановится жизнь в перепутье миров!
И в Вальхалле тогда я покой обрету
Словно яростный шторм на морском берегу!
Смертный бой всё кипит и не видно конца,
Алой кровью врагов обагрилась трава,
И всё также играет в жилах огонь,
Где-то скачет вдали восьминогий конь...
Мелькают лезвия мечей,
Я наблюдаю смерть друзей!
Ожестеченный бой кипит -
Святая месть во мне горит!
А викингам неведом страх,
Безумный гнев горит в сердцах!
Варяги любят убивать,
Чужие жизни отбирать!
По трупам я врагов иду
Иду во сне и наяву!
И если уж погибну здесь,
Окажут мне большую честь!
Ударят в спину - рассмеюсь,
Ведь смерти больше не боюсь,
Увижу страх в глазах врага
Но опускается рука!
В Вальхаллу душу заберут,
А тело викинги сожгут!
Но руны памяти моей
В сердцах навеки у людей!
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