Spirit of War - Дух Войны

-Перевод с русского на английский. Оригинальный текст М. Пушкиной-

 Once again I see the dream:
 Blood is gushing in a stream,
 Earth's on fire for miles and miles.
 Just a while before X time,
 The lightning's drawing a warning sign.
 Just the wind will scatter ashes piles.

 It is time for spite,
 Time to attack,
 Time to attack and outfight!

 Spirit of War
 Prowling the murk,
 Stirring to the core,
 Spirit of War,
 We've given you an oath.

 There it is!
 The fire-stricken world,
 The non-stop thunder howl,
 Spirit of War,
 It calls for killing more
 And more!

 Whoe'er rules, it's all the same,
 Any reign plays bloody game,
 Passion for destruction never dies.
 When the full collapse will come,
 The sun will gleam upon the gun
 And will send the crowd to their demise.

 It is time for spite,
 Time to attack,
 Time to attack and outfight!

 Spirit of War
 Prowling the murk,
 Stirring to the core,
 Spirit of War,
 We won't break the oath!

 There it is!
 The fire-stricken world,
 The non-stop thunder howl,
 Spirit of War
 It calls for killing more
 And more!