Litavor
The night has come, the fresh wind blows,
Dol is covered with fog. With mountain embroidering
Prettyly infeit looks and pale,
Curly clouded, Tomny Lick of the Moon.
Heaven's lats over the mountain - the dome of the cathedral.
The darkness of silence with towers will be launched.
Dreams fell in gray ohut Triumphal
Through the frequency oak, where the Lithuanian watch is.
From Seine Prince came out. Golden banner
It is raised, it becomes in front of him.
He jumped into the horse, the army in the rost
Performing ready, drinking wine.
Look: korads, helmets under the mountain flashes,
Reflecting moon silver light
And the teutons of clouds, clouds act.
Sparks flashed, Musket thundered.
Old Rimvid army in the crescent builds.
Flanges shooters, spear rage.
Sabli brilliantly, the arrows sneak,
The night cut cries Rati: "Ezus, Maria, Hurray!"
Ringing and knock, whistle scroll saber,
Creek and moan, crunch of copies of copies,
Horses beat the fallen legs
Torn Prince Cloak purple.
So natively our Neman, the elder is full,
Communicating Rumshis Century Routers,
Right from the bottom, the side hits the wave of cold,
But Rumshis stubbornly firmly in the ground.
Where the god of lightning with the god of the storms of Sulceous,
Blood flowed scarlet thunder
Sleemed by Litavor in Topol and Iwah,
Hitting in strings, prophetic wedotot.
The turn of Treve Grovy Prince was the fire erected,
To the tree of the TEVTON combo
The hard chain of Triple was deurpressed,
Having rejected in the fire ashes of unpolent tears.
