Текст песни
[Verse 1]
The blood is on my sword, the runes on the blade burn with fire,
The dead are waiting for me, the whole world is engulfed in flames,
Mara, my goddess, with a sickle in her hand.
We bring death ourselves, we burn the world down,
Into houses, streets, and fields, we carry the heat of the fire,
In every word of ours — there’s war,
In every gesture — death by fire.
[Chorus]
I see the Dead in the flames,
An bloodied sword is in my hand,
Queens and Kings will all perish in the crucible of war,
We’re marching on,
Raise the flags, beat the drums in rhythm.
I see the Dead in the flames,
A bloodied sword is in my hand,
Queens and Kings will all perish in the crucible of war,
We’re marching on,
Raise the flags, beat the drums in rhythm.
[Verse 2]
The swords are sharp, the shields are strong, fire burns in our eyes,
The voice of Mara echoes in our ears,
We sailed through the turbulent waters of fate,
So that our souls would grow strong,
And be tempered in the fire.
[Verse 3]
And now we stand at the edge of the earth,
Forging our path with sword and flame,
Stepping through the Fire, the Swamps, and the Ice,
We pressed on without slowing our stride,
Now the whole world burns in fire,
And our victory is ashes and fear.
[Chorus]
I see the Dead in the flames,
A bloodied sword is in my hand,
Queens and Kings will all perish in the crucible of war,
We’re marching on,
Raise the flags, beat the drums in rhythm.
I see the Dead in the flames,
A bloodied sword is in my hand,
Queens and Kings will all perish in the crucible of war,
We’re marching on,
Raise the flags, beat the drums in rhythm.
[Verse 4]
Standing at the very edge of the land,
We listen to the song of the Sirin bird,
About how we were born for war,
About the flame of death we brought into the world,
But there were no tears — only pride in our hearts,
We are the Warriors of Mara!
Mercy and fear are unknown to us!
