| Song | The Birth |
| Artist | Arafel |
| Album | The Way Of Defender |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 on the way | |
| Horned knights, they are coming soon | |
| Their blades shine under the opaque moon | |
| Enemy: they want to rule our motherland | |
| Enemy: they'll take our treasure till the end | |
| Enemy: they'll burn our homes and fields | |
| Enemy: they came with war! | |
| The land needs help, the people pray for it a lot: | |
| All of a sudden lightning strikes from the sky. | |
| It's a marvel from the dark! È âîò íà ñâåò ÿâèëñÿ îí. Ñïàñèòåëü, äà! Íèêòî èíîé! Âåëèêèé êíÿçü, óðà! Ðîæäåí ñïàñòè íàðîä è êðàé ðîäíîé. | |
| Forgotten sun brings back to us illumination | |
| The baby's cry revives lost hope of the nation | |
| Forgotten sun brings back to us illumination | |
| The baby's cry revives lost hope of the nation | |
| The wind, is rocking the cradle, and father holds the candle | |
| A flame-colored look from the baby's eyes makes father's eyes to freeze like ice | |
| Birth of demon or birth of god, but he must grow up with chosen blood Òåïåðü ïðèíÿòü îáðÿä íàñòàëî âðåìÿ. Êàê äåëàëè îòöû òâîè. Ïðîéòè "ïîñòðèã" òû äîëæåí ñìåëî. Ñìîòðè , c êîíÿ íå óïàäè! | |
| The crowd hails the little king | |
| The steed was snorting beneath the prince | |
| Forgotten sun brings back to us illumination | |
| And Alexander revives lost hope of the nation | |
| Have you enough strength to defeat the enemy horde? | |
| Have you enough power to stay with the throne? |
| 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 on the way | |
| Horned knights, they are coming soon | |
| Their blades shine under the opaque moon | |
| Enemy: they want to rule our motherland | |
| Enemy: they' ll take our treasure till the end | |
| Enemy: they' ll burn our homes and fields | |
| Enemy: they came with war! | |
| The land needs help, the people pray for it a lot: | |
| All of a sudden lightning strikes from the sky. | |
| It' s a marvel from the dark! È o ia o e i. aeoü, a! Íeo eie! eee iü, oa! i aoe ia e ae ie. | |
| Forgotten sun brings back to us illumination | |
| The baby' s cry revives lost hope of the nation | |
| Forgotten sun brings back to us illumination | |
| The baby' s cry revives lost hope of the nation | |
| The wind, is rocking the cradle, and father holds the candle | |
| A flamecolored look from the baby' s eyes makes father' s eyes to freeze like ice | |
| Birth of demon or birth of god, but he must grow up with chosen blood Òü eioü a iaoa i. a ae o oe. eoe "oe" o i i. ioe , c i i oae! | |
| The crowd hails the little king | |
| The steed was snorting beneath the prince | |
| Forgotten sun brings back to us illumination | |
| And Alexander revives lost hope of the nation | |
| Have you enough strength to defeat the enemy horde? | |
| Have you enough power to stay with the throne? |
| 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 on the way | |
| Horned knights, they are coming soon | |
| Their blades shine under the opaque moon | |
| Enemy: they want to rule our motherland | |
| Enemy: they' ll take our treasure till the end | |
| Enemy: they' ll burn our homes and fields | |
| Enemy: they came with war! | |
| The land needs help, the people pray for it a lot: | |
| All of a sudden lightning strikes from the sky. | |
| It' s a marvel from the dark! È ò íà ò è í. àèòü, à! Íèò èíé! èèé íü, óà! í àòè íà è àé íé. | |
| Forgotten sun brings back to us illumination | |
| The baby' s cry revives lost hope of the nation | |
| Forgotten sun brings back to us illumination | |
| The baby' s cry revives lost hope of the nation | |
| The wind, is rocking the cradle, and father holds the candle | |
| A flamecolored look from the baby' s eyes makes father' s eyes to freeze like ice | |
| Birth of demon or birth of god, but he must grow up with chosen blood Òü èíòü á íàòà ì. à àè ò òè. éòè "òè" ò í ì. ìòè , c í í óàè! | |
| The crowd hails the little king | |
| The steed was snorting beneath the prince | |
| Forgotten sun brings back to us illumination | |
| And Alexander revives lost hope of the nation | |
| Have you enough strength to defeat the enemy horde? | |
| Have you enough power to stay with the throne? |