Hold the Gate
At dawn the ravens crossed the field, Past banners torn and river mist. The keep of La Valette held fast, While iron marched through winter grass. A sealed decree, a sharpened blade, A daughter’s name the court betrayed. Hold the gate, let the war-horns call, La Valette will not kneel or fall. Though Nilfgaard burns the fields below, We keep our oath through ash and snow. The old lord’s chair stood cold and bare, The household gathered on the stair. A signet ring, a measured breath, A choice made close to certain death. The black sun climbed above the plain, And every road was marked by flame. Hold the gate, let the war-horns call, La Valette will not kneel or fall. Though Nilfgaard burns the fields below, We keep our oath through ash and snow. No crown can mend what war has torn, No treaty bring the vanished home. But while one hand can lift the latch, This house will stand against the march. Hold the gate, let the war-horns call, La Valette will not kneel or fall. Though Nilfgaard darkens every road, We bear the name, we bear the load. At dawn the ravens leave the field, One lute-string hums where swords were stilled.
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[Куплет 1] At dawn the ravens crossed the field, Past banners torn and river mist. The keep of La Valette held fast, While iron marched through winter grass. [Предприпев] A sealed decree, a sharpened blade, A daughter’s name the court betrayed. [Припев] Hold the gate, let the war-horns call, La Valette will not kneel or fall. Though Nilfgaard burns the fields below, We keep our oath through ash and snow. [Куплет 2] The old lord’s chair stood cold and bare, The household gathered on the stair. A signet ring, a measured breath, A choice made close to certain death. [Предприпев] The black sun climbed above the plain, And every road was marked by flame. [Припев] Hold the gate, let the war-horns call, La Valette will not kneel or fall. Though Nilfgaard burns the fields below, We keep our oath through ash and snow. [Бридж] No crown can mend what war has torn, No treaty bring the vanished home. But while one hand can lift the latch, This house will stand against the march. [Финальный припев] Hold the gate, let the war-horns call, La Valette will not kneel or fall. Though Nilfgaard darkens every road, We bear the name, we bear the load. [Аутро] At dawn the ravens leave the field, One lute-string hums where swords were stilled.
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