"Мастера напевов"

We’re the masters of chant
We are brothers in arms
For we don’t give up
Till time [bad word] 

Will you guide us, God?
We are singing as one
We are masters of chant

When the moon turns to dust
In the mist and the cold
You’ll hear a song calling
Like a kiss from a rose

Like a diamond in blood
Like a light in the dark
We are masters of chant

I am the sound, I am the promise
And I will never fear the darkness
I join the light

For when they see us ride to glory
And if we end or start the story
We will rise

We’re the masters of chant
Like a face in the crowd
When nothing else matters
We’re standing proud

And our voice [bad word] 
With the power of sound
We are masters of chant

Will you bring us to life?
Take us out of the cold
We’ll find our way home
In fields of gold

In a world without end
Through skies and sand
We are masters of chant