Ris Tyrell - Зираэль - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

At the dawn of the bloody rides a horseman with a gray -haired

The trace of the swallow is not easy to find; It is also difficult to find peace.

After all, not this rider is chasing after her:

Fugitives from the world dressed in ice, and at the head of their king - Eredin

Lock the doors, close the windows, a wild hunt jumps in the sky

Eredin is looking for his Zyrael

Fill the hearth, light bonfires, the white clearance goes and not save from it

If Eredin finds Zyrael

A swallow flies, only a step of enemies is ahead. A fiery arrow Magic will bring her voice from this world to another: En Verelif Siranaat, Aeda ah Blane Aidemane ...

The cold caresses your hands, the heart will ardently become ice,

And the sun will warm this earth and everything will go its own way, Zyrael ...

The horseman with the head of a gray -haired man rushes through the swamps

In the footsteps in the wolf, he hurries to his last battle

A stranger medallion in his hands trembles, and in the eyes everything is circling a blizzard

Which entered, and the door closed behind her

And since then no one has seen Zyrael.