"Õìåëüíà äëÿ íèõ ñëàâÿíîâ êðîâü, íî òÿæêî
áóäåò èõ ïîõìåëüå"

Bonfires glow in the darkness of the rival hosts,
The shadows of soldiers waved like ghosts The
breath of spring, the weather's kindness Light
crunch of melted ice broke the silence Both banks
had a foretaste of morning battle Em's, Liv's,
Chud's camps was also on the Germans side By force
they were baptized from hands of crusaders Enemy
coast like a burning ant hill in the night The
shine of the northern star which flashes like the
eye of the devil Becomes a sign to start the fight
with the force of evil.

At that time a group of fishermen came to
Alexander with glistening axes and near by walked
a gray-eyed foreigner with big moustache.
Fishermen said they found him half-frozen, brought
him to their camp and warmed him up. He ran away
from the knights. "Why did you run from the
Germans?" - asks king stranger. "Wolves
are they, not humans" - said the man with a
big moustache. "Let me fight with you against
knights" - asked the stranger - "To pay
for my insults". Alexander nods assent.
"Cross yourself". Moustache-man crossed
himself three times from left shoulder to right.
"He crosses himself not by our way" -
noticed the fisherman. "Never mind. If only
he fights by our way, but God is one and the truth
is one!"
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"Great, you stay and fight with us",
said Alexander "Thanks, I'll do my best to
get a good name" - answers the stranger

Look, what is that twinkle on the other side of
the lake, it's a signal, isn't it? That's right,
the ice is floating!

Íà âåëèêîé ðåêå òðîíóëñÿ ëåä âäàëåêå. À ïî îçåðó
íàøè âîéñêà ïîéäóò ëåãêå Íà ñåðåäèíó îçåðà èõ íàäî
íàì çàìàíèòü Òàì è áóäåò ðåêà ñ æåëåçîì èõ
õîðîíèòü.

Rise of the sun, thunder of horse's hoofs,
heralding the start of battle. Through morning
haze, Knight's armor blazes, Exhale drunken mist
in Russian troopers heads. The ranks of mounted
Livons with giant pikes in iron hands The pig's
snout sticks in the human swamp, Snow and blood
mix in to one Forces of good hold the onset of the
wedge Cries of dying men and horses reached the
skies The Germans were trapped, no way to run, The
Russian pincers are shut, the way to the
crusader's victory was cut New Russian hosts from
left and right strike the wedge. Encircled knights
fall in to dread and lose their courage They start
to retreat, but the lake cant bear the weight of
the knights The ice cracks and the waters gobble
the soldiers up. The lakes waters will be red
tonight