| Song | The First Battle |
| Artist | Arafel |
| Album | The Way Of Defender |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 standing along the shore | |
| You have intruded on our ground, but cannot seize it | |
| Even as nature declares the war | |
| The wind will carry away the sounds of our steps from the ears of the guards. | |
| The foliage of the trees will hide us | |
| The moonlit sky will show us a way to victory | |
| The horned knights will not escape | |
| A Hand squeezes a sword until it hurts | |
| 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!) | |
| The strike of the sword is like the hammer of | |
| Thor Dissecting helmets of horned strangers | |
| As Odin's lightning pierces, sharp spears | |
| Kill souls of knights one by one | |
| The river abyss swallowed your screams | |
| All has become silence | |
| The battle is over and you see in the sky | |
| Floating spirit of triumph | |
| It was your first battle. | |
| It was your first test | |
| You were blessed by god and passed | |
| Having sprinkled the | |
| Russian ground with the blood of | |
| Swedish bastards |
| 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 standing along the shore | |
| You have intruded on our ground, but cannot seize it | |
| Even as nature declares the war | |
| The wind will carry away the sounds of our steps from the ears of the guards. | |
| The foliage of the trees will hide us | |
| The moonlit sky will show us a way to victory | |
| The horned knights will not escape | |
| A Hand squeezes a sword until it hurts | |
| Nobody will resist his force È o a ,iaa aeo ua, À a iei o o, ie o aa, oue ia aa,iü oo aoe, Ía ioü ao e o aa. "o ii iai eo,o ia e eaio!" Òo auii ae,a aaaaaiie i, Áaoi iio oeeio aoe, ieia ae oa e aoa ae oi i i ioe ia ao aoe. È oa aa ioa aoo eaoü ooa! | |
| The strike of the sword is like the hammer of | |
| Thor Dissecting helmets of horned strangers | |
| As Odin' s lightning pierces, sharp spears | |
| Kill souls of knights one by one | |
| The river abyss swallowed your screams | |
| All has become silence | |
| The battle is over and you see in the sky | |
| Floating spirit of triumph | |
| It was your first battle. | |
| It was your first test | |
| You were blessed by god and passed | |
| Having sprinkled the | |
| Russian ground with the blood of | |
| Swedish bastards |
| 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 standing along the shore | |
| You have intruded on our ground, but cannot seize it | |
| Even as nature declares the war | |
| The wind will carry away the sounds of our steps from the ears of the guards. | |
| The foliage of the trees will hide us | |
| The moonlit sky will show us a way to victory | |
| The horned knights will not escape | |
| A Hand squeezes a sword until it hurts | |
| Nobody will resist his force È ò à ,íàà áèò ùà, À à íèì ò ò, íé ó àà, òùè íà àà,íü òó àòè, Íà ìòü àó è ó áà. "ò ìì íàì éò,ò ìà è èáíò!" Òò àúíí àé,à áààáàííé ì, Áàòí ííó òèèíó àóè, ìèíà áé òà è àóà áè òí í í ìòè íà àò áóè. È òà àà ìóà áóò èàòü óòà! | |
| The strike of the sword is like the hammer of | |
| Thor Dissecting helmets of horned strangers | |
| As Odin' s lightning pierces, sharp spears | |
| Kill souls of knights one by one | |
| The river abyss swallowed your screams | |
| All has become silence | |
| The battle is over and you see in the sky | |
| Floating spirit of triumph | |
| It was your first battle. | |
| It was your first test | |
| You were blessed by god and passed | |
| Having sprinkled the | |
| Russian ground with the blood of | |
| Swedish bastards |