Знатоков не удивить, а вот если кто не знает хороший северный дарк-фолк, тем советую.
Hu War Opkam Har a Hit Lot
If I want to talk about peace and understanding
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to make you understand that the path you chose leads to downfall
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to tell you to leave me and my beloved ones in peace
But you only understand the language of the sword
I let the blade do the talking...
So my tongue shall become iron
And my words the mighty roar of war
Revealing my divine anger´s arrow shall strike
All action for the good of all
I see my reflection in your eyes
But my new age has just begun
It hungers to be hit В печном жаре
And wants to have a hundred sisters
In the coldest state of their existence
They may dance the maddest
In the morass of the red rain
I sing my sword song for you
The lullaby of obliteration
So I can wake up with a smile
Coexistence, Conflict, combat
Devastation, regeneration, transformation
That is the best I can do for you
I see a grey gloom on the horizon
That promises a powerful sun to rise
It will make the old fires of purification
I Bormotha Hauni [Ylir Men Aero Their]
Hu War Opkam Har a Hit Lot
Hu War Opkam Har a Hit Lot