Nokturnal Mortum - The New Era Of Swords Lyrics

The song that sings as the wind as storm
It hurts the soul, it takes my heart away
Was our lands given up surrendered to the foe
Was our kin exterminated extirpated
Our noble ancestors lived by the laws of the gods
Is the true faith of fathers now forgotten
But I do believe the new era of swords shall arise
While we suffer our enemies would laugh
By blood, by honour, by revenge, by force
I swear we shall put an end to it
The clang of breaking chains is the new era of swords
Z.O.G. rules among the nations
The world is full of falsity and lies, they buy all the world
That do belong to higher race, they march across the lands
That do belong to us, they preach eternal peace
But they prepare for war, for war without honour
For war without rules
Where honest swords do not sing their song
But stabs in back are welcomed more
Our race has risen up towards the sky
Has reached the very depth of seas
But no one cares about it anymore
For the degenerates took laurels and rule
Gods fathers wake up from your sleep
Now we shall sharpen our old and rusted swords
No matter if we'll die in the flames of fight
We shall not surrenders our fatherlands
But I do believe new era of the swords shall rise
The deeds of fathers still live in our veins
By blood, by honour
By revenge, by force
I swear our kin shall not die
The clang of breaking chains is the new era of swords

[Russian translation:]

Íîâàÿ Ýðà Ìå÷åé

Âåòðîì ïîåò ñïåòàÿ ïåñíü
Äóøó ðàíÿ, ïîêîé çàáèðàÿ!

Çåìëþ îòäàëè?
Âðàãó ïîäàðèëè?
Ðîä èñòðåáèëè?
Èñêîðåíèëè?
Âî ñëàâó Áîãîâ íàøè ïðåäêè æèëè
Ïðàâóþ âåðó îòöîâ òåïåðü ïîçàáûëè

Íî ÿ âåðþ ÷òî íàñòóïèò
Íîâàÿ ýðà ìå÷åé
Êîãäà áîëüíî íàì
Äëÿ íèõ ýòî ðàé

Êðîâüþ
×åñòüþ
Ñèëîé
Ìåñòüþ

ß êëÿíóñü,
Ìû ïîëîæèì ýòîìó Êðàé
Çâîí ðâóùèõñÿ öåïåé
Ýòî íîâàÿ ýðà ìå÷åé

Ç.Î.Ã. ó âëàñòè
Ïî÷òè âñåõ ãîñóäàðñòâ,
Ìèð ïîëîí ôàëüøè è ëæè
Îíè ïîêóïàþò âåñü ìèð
Çà æèçíü áåëîãî äàâàÿ ãðîøè

Ìàðøåì èäóò îíè ïî çåìëÿì,
×òî ïðèíàäëåæàò òåáå
ÃîâîП î âå÷íîì ìèðå
Îíè ãîòîâÿòñÿ ê âîéíå
Âîéíå áåç ÷åñòè è áåç ïðàâèë
Ê ïîäëîé è íàñèëüñòâåííîé âîéíå
Ãäå â ñïèíó óäàð ïðèâåòñòâóþò áîëüøå,
×åì ÷åñòíûé áîé íàðàâíå.

Íàøà ðàñà â íåáî âçëåòåëà
 ãëóáèíû ìîðåé çàáðàëàñü,
Íî ñåãîäíÿ êîìó äî ýòîãî äåëî
Äåãåíåðàòàì è ïî÷åñòü è âëàñòü
Áîãè îòöû ïðîáóäèòåñü îò ñíà
Ìû óæå òî÷èì ìå÷è
Ïóñòü ñóæäåíî íàì ïîãèáíóòü â áîþ
Ìû íå óñòóïèì çåìëè ñâîè

Íî ÿ âåðþ, ÷òî íàñòóïèò
Íîâàÿ Ýðà ìå÷åé
Äåëî îòöîâ äî ñèõ ïîð â íàñ æèâåò

Êðîâüþ
×åñòüþ
Ñèëîé
Ìåñòüþ

ß êëÿíóñü, íàø Ðîä íå óìðåò
Çâîí ðâóùèõñÿ öåïåé
Ýòî íîâàÿ ýðà ìå÷åé