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The skies and the future, the color is the same |
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It's black: |
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The land is in a swamp there is no way, |
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Dark falls on homeland. |
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That's it. |
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The end is on the way |
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Horned knights, they are coming soon |
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Their blades shine under the opaque moon |
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Enemy: they want to rule our motherland |
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Enemy: they'll take our treasure till the end |
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Enemy: they'll burn our homes and fields |
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Enemy: they came with war! |
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The land needs help, the people pray for it a lot: |
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All of a sudden lightning strikes from the sky. |
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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. |
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Forgotten sun brings back to us illumination |
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The baby's cry revives lost hope of the nation |
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Forgotten sun brings back to us illumination |
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The baby's cry revives lost hope of the nation |
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The wind, is rocking the cradle, and father holds the candle |
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A flame-colored look from the baby's eyes makes father's eyes to freeze like ice |
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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! |
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The crowd hails the little king |
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The steed was snorting beneath the prince |
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Forgotten sun brings back to us illumination |
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And Alexander revives lost hope of the nation |
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Have you enough strength to defeat the enemy horde? |
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Have you enough power to stay with the throne? |