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The river was in the grip of frost |
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And now it makes the way to our hearts |
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By the light of stars the domes of the |
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Swedish tents are seen |
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As if monsters standing along the shore |
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You have intruded on our ground, but cannot seize it |
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Even as nature declares the war |
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The wind will carry away the sounds of our steps from the ears of the guards. |
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The foliage of the trees will hide us |
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The moonlit sky will show us a way to victory |
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The horned knights will not escape |
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A Hand squeezes a sword until it hurts |
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Nobody will resist his force È âîò çàïåë ðîæîê ,íà÷àëî áèòâû âîçâåùàÿ, À âñëåä çà íèì õîð îñòðûõ ñòðåë, õîëîäíûé âîçäóõ ðàññåêàÿ, Ëåòÿùèõ íà âðàãà,ïåñíü ýòó ïîäõâàòèë, Íà ñìåðòü êðîâàâóþ èõ äóøû îáðåêàÿ. "Êòî ñ ìå÷îì ê íàì âîéäåò,îò ìå÷à è ïîãèáíåò!" Òîïîò ðàçúÿðåííûõ ëîøàäåé,êàê áàðàáàííûé ãðîì, Áåçæàëîñòíî íî÷íóþ òèøèíó ðàçðóøèë, Ñìèíàÿ ïîä ñîáîé òåëà è çàãëóøàÿ áîëè ñòîí Îí ïåñíþ ñìåðòè íà ãîëîâû ðîãàòûå îáðóøèë. (È ýòà àäñêàÿ ìóçûêà áóäåò èãðàòü äî óòðà!) |
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The strike of the sword is like the hammer of |
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Thor Dissecting helmets of horned strangers |
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As Odin's lightning pierces, sharp spears |
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Kill souls of knights one by one |
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The river abyss swallowed your screams |
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All has become silence |
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The battle is over and you see in the sky |
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Floating spirit of triumph |
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It was your first battle. |
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It was your first test |
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You were blessed by god and passed |
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Having sprinkled the |
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Russian ground with the blood of |
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Swedish bastards |