Не судите строго плиз...
Песенка называется Guardian of the King, и не говорите что я обслушался Blind Guardian :-)
The wooden sword in your small hands,
The leather coat instead of plate,
You fought in youth with all your friends,
You thought that battle was your fate.
You dreamt of long and shining sword,
You dreamt of helm with raven's wing,
You dreamt of fighting for the Lord,
Of being Guardian of the King.
So years passed, so you have grown,
And you have lost your wooden sword,
But once upon a time, you've known,
That kingdom fell into the war.
And fire burned in your blood,
And battle was the only thing
Of which you thought, you were to fight,
To be the Guardian of the King.
You’re wearing plate of finest steel,
The real sword is in your hand.
Your enemies you ought to kill,
You motherland you should defend.
The warriors will have no rest,
They are to fight, they are to win,
You're in the hundred of the best,
You are the Guardian of the King.
The knight in black attacked you,
He met you on the battlefield.
Though you were fighting as you could,
By evil servant you were killed.
The simple sword of simple steel
Became for you a deadly sting,
But even dead, you were the real,
The real Guardian of the King.
The fight is done, the war is won,
The land is owned by the Lord,
But you are sleeping under stone,
And useless are your plate and sword,
That proudly killed the enemies,
And silver helm with raven's wing,
You died for freedom, so rest in peace,
Forgotten Guardian of the King...
