Basil Poledouris - Riddle Of Steel | Текст песни

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• Riddle Of Steel

Enses requirimus saevos nos,
nos ferrei reges servi fati,
morta ex terra mortiferra tela
in hostes bello ad moventes.
Equos frenamus furentes
Capi ta superba quatientes
mortem hostibus et luctem date
acrem di manes sternadis.
Ave Nevis, ave ferrum,
Ave tela, ave cruor
Ave pugna, ave moritur!
Skylon!

We seek savage swords,
We, iron kings, servants of Doom,
bringing deadly weapons, sprung from the earth
against the enemy in war.
We control high-spirited horses,
Spirits of the dead, give death and bitter grief
shaking their proud heads
to the enemy who must be laid low.
Hail Nevis, hail iron
Hail weapons, hail gore,
Hail the fight, hail those who are about to die!
Skylon!

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