My new original russian metal song

English lyric translation:
Under fire from black storms,
I came from the world of dreams.
I came to gain
The power of light and love.

But in the pavilion of white cliffs
Steel is smited in the forge.
Blacksmiths are forging swords
Executioners are waiting for a nod.

Leave the traces
On the ground, covered in blood.
For the sake of your own dream,
Pick the offspring of your struggle.

I will turn cliffs to dust,
By the power of the word.
By the wave of a hand
Ice will stop the river flow.

Just look at the flame,
And it will begin to sing.
Stone will unfold the wings,
And will fly away.

I don’t need a road,
Because I’m flying like a bird,
Where the wind blew,
From the end to all beginnings.

Wish I won’t be late,
To get to the castle by the moon,
If only my fate,
Always waited for me there! (х2)

I'm flying over the battlefield
Where in the middle of a bloody fight,
Screams of agony are howled down
By the whispers of a squeezed prayer.

I don’t need a road,
Because I’m flying like a bird,
Where the wind blew,
From the end to all beginnings.

Wish I won’t be late,
To get to the castle by the moon,
If only my fate,
Always waited for me there! (х2)