Among the inaccessible hills, the land of the oldest people In the fortified fortress, the temple of Stony Rings Chosen sons of the Earth and its defenders, and the tree of life Ledian were prepared to fight
They died always in the same way it was heroic death in battle But among them there was one who was supposed to be a knight He was called the Son of the Three as no one knew his real parents Being born with the birthmark of the Spirit of the World
Who died in the same day and in the same hour He was taken away from his parents and given to the three old men from the black mountain His education was coming to an end
It was the day of duel Four hundred of the temple's young defenders were fighting with the skilled warriors, The invaders of their native land - now the prisoners kept and looked after for this time
Who were promised freedom if provided they won the duel They faced the bloody test, shedding the blood on the battlefield
None of the captives regained freedom, none of them defeated The young defender, the tree of life Ledian in a direct battle
Father, take this sacrifice from me, and if you do, I will become your warrior for ages Lead my mighty arm To the glory of Ledian defenders
Ojcze przyjmij tę ofiarę ode mnie, jeli jš przyjmiesz, pozostanę na zawsze twym sługš
The Son of the Three's long sword firstly deprived a young soldier's body of its arm Blood gushed profusely on the ground beneath the warriors' legs The next blow separated the head from the trunk and it rolled on the battlefield
Marking its trace with a bloody path, the young barbarian lifted it And holding it by its hair, drunk the blood to quench his thirst... later on he removed its skin Not being aware that the King of Snakes was born in his soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
