Paroles de Serpent Land

When darkness comes and the Night begins The enemies prepare to hunt and sin For Ancient Glory of Pagan Past Our spirit of war will arise Connected by virtue to woods and rivers We spent our lives near darkest shores We keep our arms as symbol of fight No one can conquer our land tonight. The land of dark woods and waters of pure We swear to save your richness for sure The enemy will act strong, brutal and fast In strength of soul and sword we trust When darkness comes and the Night begins The enemies prepare to hunt and sin We keep our arms as symbol of fight No one can conquer our land tonight. Òûñÿ÷è êîïèé, íàïðàâëåííûõ ê ñîëíöó, çàòìèâ åãî ñâåò, (ïàóçà) Îáðàòèëè äåíü â íî÷ü Áëåñê ñòàëè ìîëíèåé ïðîíçàåò íåáî Òåíè ìèðà óíîñÿòñÿ ïðî÷ü Ïðèíåñåííûå â æåðòâó áîãó âîéíû Ýõîì îòçîâåòñÿ âîèíñòâåííûé êëè÷!! Clatters of horses, gnashing of metal Fury in eyes feed a roaring Battle