Мезомед Критский - Гимн Немезиде - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"Oh, winged revenge, anger, a formidable daughter! The merciless punior of the sins of human sins. From the authorities of the mortals, you are humoring the Iron Wood. You are chucking a human sworn enemy and finally pull out of the souls. Under the height of your wheel. The traveler and proud neck bend.

You measure our measure to us, our formidable visor and chains are ready to look at the chest. Verify, good, you are sinners, an incorruptible judge of our earth's affairs! Nemesis, we have a helmet of Molub, not once with our grozeny oath of us; And the femide, with you who creates a creative court, in whom the Grand Pride gives rise to anger, mercilessly enchanting us in the tartar. "