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
ai ii ,i a aia,
a i i , ii ai ,
aa, ia,
iaat i.
"i i ai,i
ia!"
ii i, ai,
ii it ,
i ii a i i
I t aiia ia i.
( a i !)
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