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Carved in runes,
Sung by swords –
Praised by Skalds,
The glorious names
Of the honored dead!

We will never forget
Our comrades in arms:

Charles Martel, the day will come again
I'll see you lead the cavalry to charge!
Charles Martel, in the battle of Ambleve
You dyed Malmedy blood-red!
Tours recall the glory of your hosts
Thy fame is sung on harps with golden strings!
The crescent moon you drove back to the sea
Once and for all...

Clouds lined with silver
Soon to be parted
By the spear og lough

The dawn draws nigh... Tuatha de Danann
Awake! Seize the day!
A new sun doth rise
O'er Tir Na N'Og... sing me the song

Очень приближённый не литературный перевод.

Один мрачный ворон скачет к северному ветру
Один чёрный ворон разбудит Асов
И под убывающей зимней луной
Ветер пронёсся по кедровому лесу

Где обитают мрачные вОроны

Father of victory
My life I lay down to thee
Steep me in majesty
And forth send thy Valkyries!

Father of victory
My sword I offered unto thee
Crown me for eternity

When the Moon still was young and the mountains were tall
In the realm of the Tuatha De Danann,
My delight was the sound of the hammer and forge
Shaping bronze into weapons of war.

When the Heroes of Dawn put the ginats to the sword
Strong was Cuchulain and shining was Lugh
They would sing to the wind with a falcon at their fist

The cock crew in the morning,
I arose and went to the fields
Holding but a handful of seeds;
First I did sow then I did plough-
I prayed for rain to come down:
I prayed to Thor to burden the clouds
I looked up with hopes of a sky
Heavy, impregnated by a storm,

Come wind, come snow, come blazing heat and bitter rain
From Macedonia we march, from the northlands of Hellas
To the mouths of Euphrates for to set His throne...we are the thunderbolts of Amon Zeus, the sons of Pella
Sworn to revenge--the Persians' scourge...you were crowned on the mountain
In Olympian thunder and Promethean fire…Alexander your hoplites are waiting
To take the oath of revenge…when the star of Pella shall shine in the night
And all other stars will stop burning bright
Guiding our sarissae to the fight

Zeus greatly honoured, Zeus imperishable, here to you
We experience redemptory and spreak, we declare
Ow King, that from your head all the holy came
Mother earth and mountains highest lines
And the deep sea and all everything that the sky can embrace

Ow Son of Cronos Zeus, leader, thunderer, brave-heart
All-father, root of entire world and terminus of it

Come O' twilight

Gently caress the gleaming snow

As weary I rest beneath the oak

Mystic paths unravel before my sight

By the rune stone he stands
A lone wanderer from afar
Wolves gathered round in packs
Poetry he chants
Weaving magick strands

Lord of the spear
Welcome to our land

The skies burst and lo!
I Perseus, hasten forth
On wings divine from above
In answer to her pleading cries!
The skies sing and lo!
I Perseus, hasten forth
On wings divine from above
To vanquish horror from her eyes!

Hammers of thunder temper a storm
Wailing the wonds descend from the North
Dragons awaken in their sanctums of frost
Three hundred berserkers strong

Sail a' Viking ere the break of dawn!
Plunder in the East
Raze village - burn monasteries

The Viking blood in me
Runs through my veins afire
Hearken to the voice within
That promises of immortality!
Sworn to the raven
The hammer and the sword!
Father Odin hear my call
O'er brooding mountains tall!

Following Avon's crystal path
I pass'd by Warwick by chance
Where I came across a mansion
Standing gauntly on a low bluff...

He was brave and he was bold
He was in love with the daughter of his lord
She would not have him

In the days of yore
The royal hunt was on

Loud bayed the hounds
As Gediminas set forth
In the holy woods
Of old Sventaragis
He laid down to rest

Summer's breeze blowing through their mane
Wild horses of the purest breed! Ride!
Onward to battle, onwards like the wind
Cozak warriors of the purest breed! Hail!
Spurs to the side, a lash of the reins
Foam in the mouth, A' glistening the eye...

Bloodlust is nigh, for a rider and steed

Stars a glimmer in a valley sheer
Steel is drawn and shines in moonlight
The heavens quake then pour heavy rain
Thunders announce the bloody battle's eve...

The wheel of the sun is carved on my shield
And so are the runes of Thor on my sword!
Odin's blood has blessed my spear

He who alone faces thousands,
He who stands when all kneel,
He who walks where few dare,
He whose voice speaks the truth...

Is a true man of honor,
A spirit unbowed;
And in his chest is a'pounding

The voice of wisdom is calling to me
On snowy peaks ravaged by the wind
Where Woden's wolves roam free
Spruce forests wave under moonlight's away
The mighty wolf pack reigns supreme

Lamenting the dawn
Wolverine moonlight sunshine is now gone