THIRTY FAITHFUL HEARTS – Баллада о святой битве | Epic Medieval Folk Ballad

[RU] Глубокая средневековая фолк-баллада под лютню, флейты и тяжелые барабаны. Музыкальное полотно погружает в альтернативную эпоху Крестовых походов. Сюжет повествует об отчаянном подвиге тридцати преданных рыцарей и юного князя в златой броне, которые встают непреодолимым заслоном на пути огромной армии сарацинского султана. Разрушительный хаос битвы и триумфальный шаг под взором ангелов. [EN] A deep, atmospheric medieval folk ballad driven by traditional lute, flutes, and heavy war drums. Set in an alternative era of the Crusades, the story follows the desperate stand of thirty loyal knights and a young prince in golden armor. Facing the overwhelming hosts of a Saracen sultan, they turn the tide of battle beneath the watchful eyes of angels. TIMESTAMPS / ТАЙМ-КОДЫ: 0:00 - Lute Intro & The Sultan's Approach 0:45 - The Charge of the Thirty Knights 1:30 - The Trap at the Wooden Stakes 2:15 - The Panic of the War Elephants 3:00 - Triumphant Climax & Outro (The Crusader's Step) --------------------------------------- ENGLISH LYRICS TRANSLATION: (Verse 1) Like a flock of vultures in the dust, A wicked horde of crows, The Sultan of the infidels led his hosts, To seize our sacred land. (Verse 2) The foreign steel crawled like a serpent there, Their massive war elephants roared aloud, But with the righteous Holy Cross in hand, We stand tall in the hour of war. (Verse 3) The brazen trumpet gave a sharp roar, And the horses rush headlong into the fray! But their formation was broken on the gallop, Our ranks scattered before the clash. (Verse 4) Only thirty faithful hearts remained To enter this terrifying, unequal fight, The young prince himself in golden armor — But ten of them have already fallen. (Verse 5) The faithful white stallion is heavily wounded, An arrow clangs fiercely against the shield! But behind the sturdy wall of shields, Our valiant champion was safely sheltered. (Verse 6) The fierce enemy bared his sharp teeth, But met a barrier of wooden stakes. The Saracen wedge marched in pure madness And found its total destruction there. (Verse 7) The horses wheezed upon the sharp stakes, Drowning out the desperate human screams! The massive elephants trample their own men into dust, Raging wildly across the endless steppes. (Verse 8) A spear and a dense cloud of arrows fly, The deceitful host is completely overthrown. Into the deep, overcast darkness of the night, The foreign sultan flees in shame. (Bridge) "Whoever holds the upper hand in the final hour — Is the one who judged righteously and true!" — Thus the wise magi sang to their sultan, As he made his bitter retreat. (Chorus - Climax) But our cross was forged with pure honor, The mad enemy is broken and destroyed. And the angels look down from the heavens Upon the steady step of the crusaders! (Triumphant Outro) Upon the steady step of the crusaders!