Lay His Sword by His Side

Lay his sword by his side
Let it based in a dead hand.
It specified a way the enemy
Also converged with it in fight.
Let lay together under the ground…
But I hear — from darkness death
Impassioned whisper, as an echo of the one,
Who lifted armies on fight.
Whose shout fighting was carried
Above battlefield as a thunder
Who a lightning in fight aspired…
Do not put my sword in a tomb
From to us I’m mortal only
It, as earlier, aspires in fight
And it’s handle is hot.
Kind my sword!
Revive in a glorious hand.
Continue to kill and to sparkle.
Also enter for freedom,
As together with me In fight by a lighting terrible be!
Glorious warrior feasts in heavenly
He pours foamy honey hall
And sword flares fire in worthy hands
Conducts hosts on fight again.