Оригинален текст
The sword holds memories
The clash of armored men
Lands which bred bravery
Strange ways to entice them
Arsenal of glory
Unconquered soldiery
The sword holds memories
The clash of armored men
Lands which bred bravery
Strange ways to entice them
Arsenal of glory
Unconquered soldiery
Profane century
Medieval victory
An honor that has been gone
I feel the scorn rush through me
The countless fallen heroes
Whom befouled their dignity
Profane century
Medieval century
Amongst the ruins of h*ary castles
Powerful wreaths of incense rise
The wretched knights cull the emblems
To ride along their graceful mounts
Throughout the chamber the aura of hate
Habitually dispersed upon hammering steel
Their cascading blood ensured the kinship
Enthralled amid the somber warcry