Lay His Sword by His Side - Anabioz

Lay his sword by his side

Let it based in a dead hand.

It specified a way the enemy

Also converged with it in fight.

Let lay together under the ground…

But I hear — from darkness death

Impassioned whisper, as an echo of the one,

Who lifted armies on fight.

Whose shout fighting was carried

Above battlefield as a thunder

Who a lightning in fight aspired…

Do not put my sword in a tomb

From to us I’m mortal only

It, as earlier, aspires in fight

And it’s handle is hot.

Kind my sword!

Revive in a glorious hand.

Continue to kill and to sparkle.

Also enter for freedom,

As together with me In fight by a lighting terrible be!

Glorious warrior feasts in heavenly

He pours foamy honey hall

And sword flares fire in worthy hands

Conducts hosts on fight again.