The white sails are above the horizon The strange sails from other lands Hurried up by cold winds The vessels are rushing to our shores There are
You're tired enough, my greatest Lord You see no future, only a dreadful end You're arms are too weak to hold your sword The destinies of nations
When darkness comes and the Night begins The enemies prepare to hunt and sin For Ancient Glory of Pagan Past Our spirit of war will arise Connected
Unrecognized winner, Alexsander Nevski, returned to Novgorod Instead of a celebration he got a discontented boyars "Why did you fight with Swedes,
The skies and the future, the color is the same It's black: The land is in a swamp there is no way, Dark falls on homeland. That's it. The end is
Wrong expectations from the future Step by step it's coming near advanced prolongation of corrupted reality makes all human disasters clear Catastrophically
The river was in the grip of frost And now it makes the way to our hearts By the light of stars the domes of the Swedish tents are seen As if monsters
The forest is imbued with the smell of the battle The spirit of war soar above Gaze around your land. What do you see? Destiny's sign says that you
Part I: Buried And Burned Alive ++++++++++++++++++++++ Eiycu oaeo, ?eeie??aaia?iano? Ei?iia ?o?ii i?eaa??oa? Aiae caia?e? cae?ua?nu iaeaii?iaaa?
"Oiaeuia aey ieo neaayiia e?iau, ii oy?ei aoaao eo iioiaeua" Bonfires glow in the darkness of the rival hosts, The shadows of soldiers waved like
Deep within you are after some answer it can hurt as none of known weapons it blows within your true-self it crashes the very borders of your keep
