II.
King of Cimmerian Descent. Scythian Funeral Rites
III.
Svantovit’s Thunder over Tsargrad
we, the Slavs, stand on this field
and gods, who look at us
demand our victory or death
we, the Slavs, feel no pain and fear no bloodshed
as long as the wolves are still our brothers
and the birds sing their songs with us
we, the Slavs, have travelled through the Pripet marshes
our fires burn above Baltic Sea
defending our clan, being led by the gods
we have met Varyagi blades
and covered the fields with the corpses of our enemies
our battle-cry you will hear in your last hour
for we are one with the cold winds that chased us
when we raced through the forests of north
and thus we are undefeatable
IV.
Discipline of the Golden Horde
Ahoy!
war has arrived into the land of Rus
the Great Khan has led the Horde to a new campaign
Ahoy!
great Yasa shall not be defied
laws of the Golden Horde imposed by riders without mercy
Ahoy!
the grey wolves are running as if the ground burnt their feet
woe to those who find themselves on the way
Hail the Great Khan!
Hail the grey heavens, black sea and Don coloured red with
blood!
Hail the eternal laws whose messengers we were chosen to be!
Into death and glory ride!
V.
Battle on Lake Peipus. The Ice Massacre.
VI.
Cossack Party
VII.
Oprichnina
do you see the smoke rising from the ashes?
do you hear the silence undisturbed?
maybe it is Death herself, who came down
to that village and dwelt there?
do you understand her necessity?
without death life won't go on.
without torture, one won't see death is painless.
without dreams, one won't see what's there beyond its
borders.
this truth is not for the weak.
this is the truth of gods.
and God can not be weak
God does not tolerate the disobedient
He pities those, who are weak.
and you pity those, who are dead?
pity yourself, for between you and the smoke
there is but a thin strand, called life.
VIII.
The Burial Fires of Avvakum
IX.
Minin and Pozharskii
Hail Russia!
she is victorious once again
over those who tried to flood her veins with falseness
conquer her lands with lies
and threaten her people into submission
the spirit of this land is free and it shall never
be captured by the hands of those
who wished harm to it
defending, it will rise high,
and shake off the dirt to the earth below.
swords and spears
are shining in the sun,
being carried by valiant warriors.
by heroes, who arose to defend their motherland
in the hard times,
in the times of great sorrow.
X.
The Northern War
XI.
Waiting for His Return
Oh how the Volga is silent
how time seems to have been stopped
since he left to far-away land
and I stayed behind, only wishing to die
but the years pass on and the grain grows
so many wars are fought with reasons unknown
people are paying taxes, friends and kinsmen are dying
all is as it was
before
yet he is not here
his voice has faded from my memory
it sounds now in the place where only the dead can hear it
his face I drew on the moist earth
where the grass he slept on, once grew
but time has erased its lines.
XII.
Winterwind on Stalingrad Plain
to the stars… on the wings of frozen breath
silent, as the shades of twilight.
clear, as snow-crystals in the nightsky.
a soul, that long since lost the hope.
now burns with a different fire.
the fire, which doesn't heal the wounds,
but gives strength to the tired body.
strength, that is enough only to kill.
cold wind caress the tormented bodies
and out of nowhere throws sharp thorns into them.
thorns, which make them move.
XIII.
Siberia
XIV.
The Hidden War I
XV.
Sputnik
XVI.
The Hidden War II
I am the president!
XVII. Glasnost
XVIII.
Spetsnaz
XIX.
Kursk. Crucified by Ice Cold Water