Life on Glory's Blade

Who was here born Between two worlds In forests hug And haze of steppes That from childhood, Scarcely grew up With sword unfailing will Unite his life As forefathers' graves are behind And watchful steppe is ahead Fate makes us to embark on the path To take the road of the enemy Put a spell, you, wind, Words of mystery Banish from my heart Fright of fortuity And on disturbed dawn Blood saturated Prophetic dream Become reality As forefathers' graves are behind And watchful steppe is ahead And life on the blade, On the blade of glory And last trip, To the legends.