Пророчество Вёльвы - Варяжская Сталь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Varangian steel pierces the eyelids. Even time has no power over her. The northern winds tempered her, the grandchildren of the stormy, endless seas. The hammer of the terrible Top forged the first blade,

Having enclosed the will of the gods in it. So that the one who takes it in his hands first,

He crushed his enemies fearlessly. The flames of the hot oven were fanned by the mexa,

The walls of the forge shook from the thunder. The menacing gaze of the Father watched the work,

All elements merged in a rush. The anvil rang, the floor sank into the ground,

Sparks whistled into the sky.

Only in the morning, when the blade froze,

The gods in Asgard have gathered again. So that people's lives resonate throughout the centuries,

The gods revealed a secret to them. Temper yourself like steel, you are in the cold winds, live only for victories.