We stand alone at Silver Hill,
And fight the Hordes of night.
We pray the God, we'll not be prey -
The last of doomed knights.
The silver swords from dwarrow smiths
Is our only weapon.
The cross of words, the cross of swords,
The cross of Holy Heaven.
And if we fail, we fall at once,
And nobody will find
The hunters from the Silver Hill,
Thet died at this night.
But while we stand - we hope at life!
And fight for our hope!
Let be the moon of cursed night
As proof of our words.
"The Evil killed 'em,
But haven't killed
The spirit of the Hunters
From The Silver Hill".
The Hunters From The Silver Hill
© Copyright: Алексей Могилёв, 2008
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