Arafel The First Battle
			
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 ,Ãà÷àëî áèòâû âîçâåùàÿ, 
À âñëåä çà Ãèì õîð îñòðûõ ñòðåë, õîëîäÃûé âîçäóõ ðàññåêàÿ, 
Ëåòÿùèõ Ãà âðàãà,ïåñÃü ýòó ïîäõâàòèë, 
Ãà ñìåðòü êðîâàâóþ èõ äóøû îáðåêàÿ. 
"Êòî ñ ìå÷îì ê Ãàì âîéäåò,îò ìå÷à è ïîãèáÃåò!" 
Òîïîò ðàçúÿðåÃÃûõ ëîøàäåé,êàê áàðàáàÃÃûé ãðîì, 
ÃåçæàëîñòÃî Ãî÷Ãóþ òèøèÃó ðàçðóøèë, 
ÑìèÃàÿ ïîä ñîáîé òåëà è çàãëóøàÿ áîëè ñòîà 
Îà ïåñÃþ ñìåðòè Ãà 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