Текст песни Dark Souls 3 ost - Prince Lothric
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Oh dear, another dogged contender. Welcome, Unkindled one, purloiner of cinders. Mind you, the mantle of lord interests me none. The fire-linking curse, the legacy of lords, let it all fade into nothing. You've done quite enough, now have your rest. This spot marks our grave. But you may rest here, too, if you like... Oh, dear brother... I'm on my way... My brother, unyielding sword of Lothric's Prince. Rise, if you would. ...For that is our curse. Oh, dear brother... Mark my words, Ashen one... You remain among the accursed... Боже, ещё один упрямый противник. Добро пожаловать. Знаю, ты из негорящих, воруешь пепел. Сразу скажу, мантия повелителя меня не интересует. Проклятие зажигания огня, наследие повелителей, да гори оно всё огнём. Сделано уже достаточно, тебе пора отдохнуть. Наша могила — здесь. Если хочешь, здесь будешь покоиться и ты. О, дорогой брат... Я уже в пути... Брат мой, несгибаемый клинок принца Лотрика. Встань, если можешь. ...Ибо это наше проклятие. О, дорогой брат... Попомни мои слова... Ты останешься среди проклятых... Смотрите также:Все тексты Dark Souls 3 ost >>> |
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Oh dear, another dogged contender.
Welcome, Unkindled one, purloiner of cinders.
Mind you, the mantle of lord interests me none.
The fire-linking curse
You've done quite enough, now have your rest.
This spot marks our grave.
But you can rest here
Oh, dear brother ...
I'm on my way ...
My brother, unyielding sword of Lothric's Prince.
Rise, if you would.
... For that is our curse.
Oh, dear brother ...
Mark my words, Ashen one ...
You remain among the accursed ...
God, another stubborn opponent.
Welcome. I know you're from non-burning, stealing ashes.
I must say, the robe of the sovereign does not interest me.
The curse of the ignition of fire, the heritage of the masters, yes burn it all fire.
Already done enough, you have to rest.
Our grave is here. If you want, you will rest here too.
Oh, dear brother ... I'm on my way ...
My brother, the prone blade of Prince Lotric.
Stand up if you can.
... for it is our curse.
Oh dear brother ...
Mark my words ...
You will remain among the damned ...
