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
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 bastardsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
