[Виндичи]

А я забегу сюды на минутку...

Where’s the horse and the rider?
Where’s the horn that was blowing?
They have passed like rain on the mountains,
Like wind in the meadow.
The days have gone down in the West
Behind the hills into shadow.

Where're the fields ever golden?
Where're the steppes full of freedom?
They are pillaged and burnt to the ground,
Their ashes are spread in the air.
Dull and broken is the sword of Justice,
None are left who would dare.

Have you seen happy couples kissing?
Have you heard their children laughing?
Life is buried by the dust of oblivion,
In a tomb long forgotten.
Memories alone haunt the wasteland
With dead valour we fought for.

But whose cries stir the silence?
Who rides forth like an earthquake?
Behold the ghosts of the past ages,
Bereft of all but remembrance.
The ancient armours are empty inside,
No purpose within - only vengeance.

Our horns will summon the thunder,
Our horses will split the soil.
We'll taste fear in the eyes of the fearless,
And make stones suffer.
Our road to the Abyss will be drowned in blood
Not to forget ever after.

Первый куплетик мне не принадлежит, а кто догадается кому - тому плюшка:) Все должны знать...