Текст Behemoth – Rising Proudly Towards The Sky

The rebellion failed…
Many brave ones went down-
Hung on black trees they are
Blown by the four winds
I’ve been waiting for years,
Growing stronger
Blazing weapons,eyes burn bright
In the dark — as a King I shall return…
Horns sing in the woods,
Hordes gather
Ancient gods of war
Ride on the sky
Old kingdom will fall
Like a moondust…
Reflecting down the walleys-
So pure, hungry for blood
The hearts of the dark ones
Thunders strike…
Dancing on the black mirrors-
The bards of war and venegeance
Came from forgotten realms
As a King I shell return…
To proclaim my victory,
Return of ancient pride,
Laws of steel…
Cold steel…