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In 1987 the band "Aria" recorded on their album "Hero Of Asphalt" an epic song, called "Ballad of an Ancient Russian Warrior". This song has no official video, but there is a video series, compiled by talented amateur of the newsreel shots of World War II and fragments of the movie "Alexander Nevsky". This is my favorite song of "Aria". I hope you enjoy it.
Lyrics
Flocks of winter birds raced into the distance
The smoke drove them away, faster than a fox
The smoke was spread over the whole earth
Ferocious rabble made a feast
Where is the warrior who will shout to them: "Stop!"?
West rolled to the East, as a wave
On their backs and the heart they had cross-stitched
Teutonic spears were aimed at the sun
Burning smell brought a black news
Owl, wolf and eagle made fun of the game
From afar, feeling the blood of Russians
All of the unholy power promised to help
Master of the Teutonic Order
The saints are cryin' in the altars
Alarm buzzed anxiously
Hour of battle has already been assigned
But it will be hell
Hell Thrice
But - not a step backwards!
Stars prompt to the warrior his way
He quickly saddled his horse
His heart stood still - and will wake up
He is in a battle three nights and three days
He is knocked the slave's collar out of the hands of Master
And the ice is cracked
Warrior beats, not sparing the sword
For a precious freedom, hidden under the snow
The saints are cryin' in the altars, despite the fact that the enemy is defeated and dropped
The horse gallops back without a rider
It was hell, hell,
Warrior is crucified on spears
Now, his fate - to roam like the shadow
And when he heard the dogs howl, he sharpens his sword again.
He didn't know fear.
Rest...
Everything will turn to dust...
But not he!
Since then much water has flowed
Seas turned into a mirage
Warrior - loyal guard, goes to the beach, like a silent shadow
He wanders through the night, lights fires
He is looking for the Prince and his brothers-warriors
He is looking for a precious freedom, which won in the battle, knee-deep in blood
Stars again point the way
And the alarm is buzzing again
The saints are cryin' in the altars
And the warrior goes to hell, hell
But - not a step backwards!
But - not a step backwards!
Flocks of winter birds raced into the distance ....
In 1987 the band "Aria" recorded on their album "Hero Of Asphalt" an epic song, called "Ballad of an Ancient Russian Warrior". This song has no official video, but there is a video series, compiled by talented amateur of the newsreel shots of World War II and fragments of the movie "Alexander Nevsky". This is my favorite song of "Aria". I hope you enjoy it.
Lyrics
Flocks of winter birds raced into the distance
The smoke drove them away, faster than a fox
The smoke was spread over the whole earth
Ferocious rabble made a feast
Where is the warrior who will shout to them: "Stop!"?
West rolled to the East, as a wave
On their backs and the heart they had cross-stitched
Teutonic spears were aimed at the sun
Burning smell brought a black news
Owl, wolf and eagle made fun of the game
From afar, feeling the blood of Russians
All of the unholy power promised to help
Master of the Teutonic Order
The saints are cryin' in the altars
Alarm buzzed anxiously
Hour of battle has already been assigned
But it will be hell
Hell Thrice
But - not a step backwards!
Stars prompt to the warrior his way
He quickly saddled his horse
His heart stood still - and will wake up
He is in a battle three nights and three days
He is knocked the slave's collar out of the hands of Master
And the ice is cracked
Warrior beats, not sparing the sword
For a precious freedom, hidden under the snow
The saints are cryin' in the altars, despite the fact that the enemy is defeated and dropped
The horse gallops back without a rider
It was hell, hell,
Warrior is crucified on spears
Now, his fate - to roam like the shadow
And when he heard the dogs howl, he sharpens his sword again.
He didn't know fear.
Rest...
Everything will turn to dust...
But not he!
Since then much water has flowed
Seas turned into a mirage
Warrior - loyal guard, goes to the beach, like a silent shadow
He wanders through the night, lights fires
He is looking for the Prince and his brothers-warriors
He is looking for a precious freedom, which won in the battle, knee-deep in blood
Stars again point the way
And the alarm is buzzing again
The saints are cryin' in the altars
And the warrior goes to hell, hell
But - not a step backwards!
But - not a step backwards!
Flocks of winter birds raced into the distance ....
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