18.05.2024
Versengold - Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
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The Wild Hunt
A storm is brewing, whispering through theTreetops of the bare woods, frost-frozen
And from peaks of the Hörselberg mountains
The Wild Hunt comes rushing down
At the head of the roaring storm
Upon his horse a dark lord charges
Within the whirlwind of ice and thunder
He sounds his horn and hefts his spear
And by his side the fell hounds
Howling as they hunt through the winds
Bear a red blaze in their maw that drips
And flies from their flews
Come and run, run, run as fast as you can
Behind you the storm of shades, if you hesitate it’ll be your end
Overtaken by the Wild Hunt, you’ll have to join their ranks
So run as fast as you can!
Twitches and spasms, out from the
Realm of Shades the dead come marching
Cursed are they who, still living, fall
Into their cold clutches
In the sky grim crows circle
Drawn along by the rider
And their croaking voices upon the wind
Sing you their song of death
Come and run, run, run as fast as you can
Behind you the storm of shades, if you hesitate it’ll be your end
Overtaken by the Wild Hunt, you’ll have to join their ranks
So run as fast as you can!
If you hear their thundering hoofbeats upon the wind, then run, run!
If you hear their thundering hoofbeats upon the wind, then run, run!
Come and run, run, run as fast as you can
Behind you the storm of shades, if you hesitate it’ll be your end
Overtaken by the Wild Hunt, you’ll have to join their ranks
So run as fast as you can!
As fast as you can.
And from the peaks of the Hörselberg mountains
The Wild Hunt comes rushing down.
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