Вадим Румынский

Что, кстати, неожиданно.  Довольно искусственный, нарочитый, на первый взгляд, стиль.  Английский текст, сочиненный иностранцем, как говорится, на грани фола.

Но, тем не менее...  В общем, как услышал.  Само исполнение ниже.



We enter now the world
In troops of thousands men.
An army of destruction: we force the end.
We mark the lands with blood,
In fire we prevail.
We are tremendous,
We are the end of days.

We darken skies forever,
We force the Sun to ground,
We are the thriving empires
In our days to come.
We're filling up the trenches
With blood of thousands men.
For you, my mother,
We will not return.

Mother of Pain...
We will not return...

We dwell in consecration.
We are the state of war.
We drown the world today in sorrow and in pain.
We're burning kingdoms,
Inflaming hearts and minds.
We rise and fall in Heaven,
We fall and rise again.

We conquered Earth today with swords of light and fire.
We're living torches: we're marching towards the Sky.
We are the Legion, and we will worship Sun.
For you, my mother,
We will not return.