Скальд - Берсерк - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In childhood, the elders from other babies chose.

The secret of initiation was guarded zealously.

The first son grew extremely quickly.

Drakkar is my house, my brother is the Norwegian frost.

At the age of six, over the threshold of the house, learn to be a warrior.

The first campaign was twelve - three were killed.

The art of the battle, the paternal ax with a young hand.

Ten is worth one berserker in the field.

One will give us luck, we see the settlements.

The course on the untouched lands, where greenery grew before us.

The weapon is ready, they were inhabited by corns on the lobes.

Before the battle, they ate a handful of hallucinogen.

Foam from the mouth, when an attack, or when an board is on a tight fight of a fight.

On the enemy, a hand, I respect, did not cry, the gift of the sea to God was a victim overboard.

Time, battle, thunder, in the city of groan stopped,

Oxygen also burns in the throat of com, high smoke, agony, cool, war and there on the heels, who rebelled, eventually became a shepherd.

The authorities of the mouth tear the bitch, torn off.

Barbarians burst into the temple, in the yard a raven food.

The corpses are torn, requisitions for their God with blood, grassing those who, in addition to the technical-technical, injure.

The weighty hammer of Thor Bulat through the metal, the heads fly there in a red hail there.

In the city, water is poisoned by stench, broken the gates, loss of space.

My ax in my hand glitters red.

Once the pupil of the eye, throw the brakes, crunch, bone, foam from the mouth, rabies, trans,

In the skins of the wolf, the warriors are horrified by the foot

Walking swearing, spreading the wings,

Heavenly is better refractive

The souls of hopelessly wounded warriors are taken from the swear field,

It doesn’t hurt them, in Valgalla alone they are stating with wine.