We hold the rivers of the eastern trail Deep in the land of the Rus Following the wind in our sails And the rhythm of the oars No shelter in this hostile land Constantly on guard Ready to fight and...

Ready to fight and defend, our ship to bitter end...ear was forced into my back...ise a stone for all to see...Runes carved to my memory!...I tilt my head, to the side...The blood runs from my wound...I clench my sword in my hand...Say farewell to those I love...Place my weapons by my side...For the journey to hall up high...ise a stone for all to see...Runes carved to my memory!...To my memory

To blow out all these ...I'm condemned to this eternal night...e tight it enriches my life, it...It's the wish to back down and hide...It enriches my life, holds me spel...n stone, symbols of my childhood...And hundreds of my broken promises...Point out new ways to be found,...e is always a trail to follow, and it will...Through my heart since I'm on ...To eternity and more...ains only a distant memory...A return to innocence...I sharpen all my sleeping senses...Encircle my own wish...Impaled my arid heart...To the sceptre of mela...On the stroke of my halfhour...In the end (I) got my reward...It enriches my life, holds me spel...Symbols of my childhood gone,...Of my broken promises and