Bathory - Broken Sword
Tłumaczenie:
ZŁAMANY MIECZ
Zasłona mgły, obcy brzeg.
Ten spokój przed bitwą, aż krzyczy.
Stal rysuje linię tarcz, którą musimy utrzymać.
Poprzez mgłę nadlatuje pierwsza strzała.
Bitwa, mocno trzymać szyk w bitwie.
Ramię do ramienia, brat u mego boku.
Możemy powstać zwycięscy lub upaść.
To dobry dzień, dobry dzień, by umrzeć,
Będziemy walczyć mieczem i możemy zginąć od miecza.
Tnij poprzez mięso i kość twym mieczem,
Mój bracie, nasz ojciec dobrze Cię wyszkolił,
lecz od tyłu uderza Cię niewidoczny cios.
Upadasz śmiertelnie ranny.
Bitwa, mocno trzymać szyk w bitwie.
Ramię do ramienia, brat u mego boku.
Cisza u mego boku, odkąd poległeś,
To był dobry dzień, dobry dzień by umrzeć.
Bracie, przechowam Twój złamany miecz.
Tekst piosenki:
A veil of mist, a foreign coast
The calm before their battle cry
Steel drawn, the line of shields must hold
Through mist, the first arrow, it flies
Battle, hold firm the line in battle
Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side
We may stand victorious or fall
This fine day, a fine day to die
We shall fight and may die by the sword
Cutting through flesh and bone, your sword
My brother, our father taught you well
But from behind the unseen blow
Mortally wounded, down you tell
Battle, hold firm the line in battle
Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side
Silent by my side you did fall
This was a fine day a fine day to die
Brother, I'll keep your broken swordA veil of mist, a foreign coast
The calm before their battle cry
Steel drawn, the line of shields must hold
Through mist, the first arrow, it flies
Battle, hold firm the line in battle
Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side
We may stand victorious or fall
This fine day, a fine day to die
We shall fight and may die by the sword
Cutting through flesh and bone, your sword
My brother, our father taught you well
But from behind the unseen blow
Mortally wounded, down you tell
Battle, hold firm the line in battle
Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side
Silent by my side you did fall
This was a fine day a fine day to die
Brother, I'll keep your broken swordA veil of mist, a foreign coast
The calm before their battle cry
Steel drawn, the line of shields must hold
Through mist, the first arrow, it flies
Battle, hold firm the line in battle
Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side
We may stand victorious or fall
This fine day, a fine day to die
We shall fight and may die by the sword
Cutting through flesh and bone, your sword
My brother, our father taught you well
But from behind the unseen blow
Mortally wounded, down you tell
Battle, hold firm the line in battle
Shoulder by shoulder, brothers at side
Silent by my side you did fall
This was a fine day a fine day to die
Brother, I'll keep your broken sword