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Broken shields hid the meadow
Broken Shields Hid the Meadow
Ravens done with the feast
Ravens Done with the Feast
In a grey sky, dances the flame
In a Grey Sky, Dances The Flame
Flame of the last dragons
Flame of the Last Dragons


Through the streams of candent air
Through The Streams of Candent Air
Flying against allies
Flying Against Allies
Theoroth blackens in smoke
Theoroth Blackens in Smoke
And flame of the last dragons
And Flame of the Last Dragons


Necrotic armor restrains strikes
Necrotic Armor Restrains Strikes
Threads of fate are in hands of allfather
Threads of Fate Are in Hands of Allfather
but three of four tear appart
Butre of Four Tear Appart
Belated howl over the battlefield...
BELATED HOWL ORETE BATTLEFIELD ...


Through the streams of candent air
Through The Streams of Candent Air
Flying against allies
Flying Against Allies
Theoroth blackens in smoke
Theoroth Blackens in Smoke
And flame of the last dragons
And Flame of the Last Dragons


Разбитые щиты укрыли поляну,
Broken shields covered the clearing,
Вороны окончили пир.
Crows ended the feast.
В сером небе танец огней,
In the gray sky, the dance of lights,
Огней последних драконов.
The lights of the last dragons.


Сквозь потоки раскалённого воздуха,
Through the flows of hot air,
Против своих летя,
Against his flying,
Теорот чернеет в дыму,
Theory blackens in smoke,
И огне последних драконов.
And the fire of the last dragons.


Некротическая броня держит удар,
Necrotic armor holds a blow
Нити судьбы в руках Всеотца.
The threads of fate are in the hands of the whole.
Но три из четырех рвутся,
But three out of four are torn,
Запоздалый вопль над полем брани...
A belated cry over the battlefield ...


Сквозь потоки раскалённого воздуха,
Through the flows of hot air,
Против своих летя,
Against his flying,
Теорот чернеет в дыму,
Theory blackens in smoke,
И огне последних драконов.
And the fire of the last dragons.
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