THE ASSAULT OF SIGTUNA– Штурм Сигтуны | Epic Slavic Folk-Metal

[RU] Эпичный фолк-метал трек в жанре альтернативной истории. Сюжет погружает в вымышленный 1187 год, где в жестоком столкновении за свою свободу и древнюю веру сходятся балтийские славяне-язычники и защитники шведской столицы. Эпическое противостояние воинского духа венедов и мрачной магии литургического ордена. [EN] An epic folk-metal track in the alternative history genre. The story captures a fictional 1187 siege, where Baltic Slavic pagans fight for their freedom and ancient religion against the defenders of the Swedish capital. A cinematic audio drama showcasing the clash between Wendish warriors and a dark liturgical order. TIMESTAMPS / ТАЙМ-КОДЫ: 0:00 - Intro (Gusli Solo) 0:05 - The Siege Begins & Gate Ramming 1:15 - Massive Chorus (Bey! Svyatovid!) 2:10 - Ominous Gregorian Choir Interlude (Latin Spell) 3:05 - Triumphant Victory Outro --------------------------------------- ENGLISH LYRICS TRANSLATION: (Verse 1) "Run!" — and two thousand armored warriors Swiftly rushed toward the enemy gates! The entire earth trembles beneath them in fire, The weight of helmet and shield is forgotten past the turn. (Chorus) "Strike! Svyatovid!" — this battle cry along the houses Echoed back with the thunder of clashing metal. The Varangians cut deep into the Swedish soldiers, The grey gravel of the streets was flooded with blood! (Verse 2) The Svaeons are pinned down in three tight ranks, Arrows fly down from the windows of the town hall. Under the heavy barrage of the enemy fire The Slavs shatter the oak doors with a massive ram! The door is smashed, and the warband flies Into the narrow passages of the dark donjon. A Swedish guard is beaten down and crushed, The fury of the Varangians sweeps away all defenses! (Verse 3) Suddenly the swords fell silent, as if all light had frozen, Black shadows rose behind the backs of the enemies. Four monks, their dark will tightly bound, Mumbled in Latin as they dropped to their knees. (Gregorian Male Choir Interlude) "Pater noster, qui es in caelis… libera nos a malo. Amen!" (Verse 3 continued) The torchlight dims, the swords freeze mid-air! The exhausted warriors collapse onto the stone floors. (Verse 4) But the black deception of the spell has collapsed — The faithful blade of a Wend flies straight into the throat! The confessor fell silent, and a fountain of blood Wiped away the illusion like wind clears the mist. The donjon took this thunderous, crushing blow, The torches flared up again, they rushed into the fray! The fire of battle ignited inside the great hall, The fury of the Slavs rolled on like a tidal wave! (Outro) Up the stone stairs, through flame and thick smoke, Sverker’s frantic, desperate trampling is heard. The king crawls away, we crush their last shields, The Svaeons surrender, their murmuring is done! The flutes are playing, the war drum thunders, Our Slavic camp celebrates the glorious victory, And ancient gods look down from the heights As the banner of Svyatovid rises over the fallen city!