Stonehenge [Russia] - Warmen

Oh great spirits! I charm you to me! Oh mighty gods! Let your will be fulfilled! Pray! Pray your dreams to the silent skies to your gods Stars! Stars whose light’s shining bright to your eyes! Deeply in time when the ancestors were alive Old legend tells about that great man born. He had eyes of the eagle Like and bear he was strong Bare one’s teeth like the wolf Like a rock he was tall Blacksmith forged him a sword Father gave him a shield And the big ship he made And he took it in the field. Go, go the warmen’s horse! Fly, fly my raven-bird! Warriors set to the battle course Warmen rise the swords! Cry, cry our battle call! Bleed, bleed our battle wounds Only in fight our souls are alive Warmen! The name which is so proud! Time for battle has come Thousand arrows flying And the fighters are as rocks Rising up to the sky Hundred men in a stream Of flesh Only one side will win While another one will cringe by their feet. Our boat goes down in the stream Let the winds tear our sails and our yards And the fever, let it be spreading Brave souls are similar to gods Let the sea wash our bones We take our death with pride But we will win in the trouble fight With the fate we’ll win the right to the life. Many years have passed In battles and flames But the power is in our hands now And the stab is still the strongest one. He always had luck And his sword was always sharp And he didn’t lose mind Under light and in the dark. Blind man told me the story From ancient times and centuries When people were living in glory They lived and they fought But now it’s myth Now it’s myth Only ancient old myth.