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Years Of Prophecy
Years of prophecy
Dreams or trueful stories
Might of ancestry behind
Is it fabulous tale, maybe just a myth
What we must sing
About concern, about joy
What we must praise in our hymns
Warriors' courage and valour, or firmness
Field is wide, we can't see the edge
Way is long, can't see its end
We can't find the night sky down, can't touch the stars
Gorgeous sunshine didn't prompt
Bright crescent didn't advise
And soothsayers were laid down
Our memory turned, now it's all false
Where have you gone, magicians
Who instructed us of living
Who can give us real knowledge
What is worth to hymning
Field is wide, we can't see the edge
Way is long, can't see its end
We can't find the night sky down, can't touch the stars
Memories of a nation
There are songs of what we don't know
There were days of great glory, Were days of defeat
Heroes and mongrels
There are songs of what we don't know
There were days of great glory
…Were days of defeat
Where have you gone, magicians
Where have you gone
Who instructed us of living
Who give us all
Where have you gone, magicians
Where have you gone
Where have you gone, magicians
Where have you gone
Where have you gone
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Sun Shine Our Land
I'm coming back in to bright lands
From the past times sleeping in darkness
"Stop your roaming," call the fathers
Who keep the Time in bright lands
Sunshine our land — dispersing the dark
Restore the motion of the times
Sun shine our land — filling with fire
Faith of tribes in sunny lands
Keeping a secret word in the stones
Hiding decay of wills in the barrows
Winds which rustle in crowns of trees
Disturbing the Memory they will revive it
Sunshine our land — dispersing the dark
Restore the motion of the times
Sun shine our land — filling with fire
Faith of tribes in sunny lands
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Бей, молот!
06:48
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Бей, молот!
Духов пламени призвал коваль:
Силой яростной войдите в сталь!
Тайну древнюю хранит волшба:
Молот – дар богов, а горн – судьба.
Бей Молот! Бей с силой!
Облик меча сталь примет!
Бей Молот! Бей с силой!
Мир новый пробуди!
Ковало – мир в кругу земном,
А молот – то небесный гром.
Плуг куёт кузнец – взойти полям!
Меч куёт кузнец – полечь врагам!
Славься, горна песнь и сила рук!
Духи у огня смыкают круг.
Молоту плясать, огню гореть -
Вновь обретут черты и жизнь, и смерть.
Бей Молот! Бей с силой!
Облик меча сталь примет!
Бей Молот! Бей с силой!
Мир новый пробуди!
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War Is Closed By Us
05:37
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War Is Closed By Us
This war is closed by us
Warriors die nearby
They defend their lands
From foes with battle cry
Raise your sword, take a bow
Fortify the outworks
Say farewell, saddle a horse
Put on a hauberk
It’s time to stand and fight
Time to protect the ground
Of evergreen early days
Of all the cherished bounds
Go forth and let it be war
Swear to win or die
Don’t let them overthrow
Your brother stands by
In the bloody battle only spirit survives
Body will decay forever
Forever!
You own the right to live
Right to save your homeland
Don’t let your heart misgive
Ride with a sure hand
Many will stand against
Make your sword sing and dance
Wine it with enemy’s blood
Your soul is incensed
It’s time to pay respect
To all your ancestors
Bow to the sacred ground
They will watch, so bestir
Your turn to rise and war
With the invaders’ dark
Let your child live and be
As free as a lark
In this gory battle
Only spirit is to survive
Leave all your fears
Away
Sacrifice flesh, acquire eternal life
All for the
Halcyon days
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Holiday of Fathers
Bring forth your wine
Bring forth your drinks
A big fire will light up the night
. . . light up the night!
The songs are singing and the beеr drinking
We are feasting — we are pleasing the Gods
Night is like days 'cause fires light it
Joy is at the faces and let fear become ashes
Night is like day and here is our happiness
Holiday of fathers and here is our gladness
Tomorrow we will be at work again
Now we're singing the songs, praising the Gods
Gorgeous sunshine brings us joy
Bright sickle Moon is now with us
Holiday of fathers is now with us
Holiday of fathers is the holiday of ours
We are gathered around the fire
To recollect our fathers
We are gathered here together
To recollect ourselves
The time of battles for now passed
Let's chase away time of grief
Our children are here with us
Our ancestors are here with us
Gorgeous sunshine brings us joy
Bright sickle Moon is now with us
Holiday of fathers is now with us
Holiday of fathers is the holiday of ours
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6. |
My Last Day (feat. Srub)
05:12
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My Last Day
Here came that day
The last day of my existence
Sing me your calming song,
Wind, which waves over woods
I am following you
In ghostly dream into heaven
There I’ll stay for good
Like ashes of piles under foot
Oh, take my life, my enemy
My gods are dead, you know
Run your sword through my body
My spirit’s broken
No, I did not betray you,
Past, which was my destiny
No, I had not the least doubt
As my decision was really
But new times had come here
To the burial mounds kingdom
Land had plunged into long sleep
Waiting the return of the truth
Maybe they’ll go away,
Days with no light and hope
Rivers will fill again
With life of heaven and earth
And as outcasts again
Into heat of desert lands
You’ll be leading by him,
Disseminator of greedy hopes
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Вихрь времени
04:08
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Вихрь времени
Вихрь лент и златых волос -
Сенокос, пляс до утра.
Хмель по кружкам золотой,
Мёд хмельной - пира пора.
Лишь бард старый у костра
Песнь поёт - в ней стали звон.
Тот, кто славен был вчера -
По зиме пылью стал в вихре времён.
Снег, кровь... Лед зимних звёзд -
И вопрос, чья вина.
Воронов багряный пир,
Хрупкий мир смяла война.
Лишь бард, кутаясь в плащ,
Песнь поёт - в ней кубков звон.
Всему, о чём вчерашний плач,
По весне пылью стать в вихре времён.
Взлёт-падение - в вихре времени...
Вечен танец - смерть... рождение...
Волны плещутся, камни точатся,
Слёзы мира граня в сокровище...
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8. |
Outro
03:25
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Alkonost Naberezhnye Chelny, Russia
The band's history began in the second half of 1995, when Andrey Losev decided to start his own project. His attention was drawn to medieval music and Russian folk melodies. One year later, in August 1996, Alkonost was born. In over 20 years, the band has gone through many changes, but its unique sound and special atmosphere remained, being the band's distinctive features for all that time. ... more
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