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July 2004.

«… the World is strangled pozhatiem an iron hand, But there comes our hour, we shall lift klinki, And Englishmen at walls of Orleans will fall. It is fight where a steel armour are impregnated with blood, It is a life where under weight of death arrows break. In clouds, as if in the grey gray-haired and torn ashes you see above us Deva Orleans. There another`s horizon of accusing words, There vzmetayutsya to the sky of embrace of fires, As lzhivu, as oathes of bishops of Charles. It is possible to accuse itself the sky of sorcery, It is possible to kindle France all on a fire, angrily on ashes a black raven Will croak. In our souls covered with wounds fires begin to pine, we shall burn down hundreds times on fires of heretical belief. Will name the daughters of mother Jeanne name And above France Deva will fly Orleans.»

Description
July 2004.

«… the World is strangled pozhatiem an iron hand, But there comes our hour, we shall lift klinki, And Englishmen at walls of Orleans will fall. It is fight where a steel armour are impregnated with blood, It is a life where under weight of death arrows break. In clouds, as if in the grey gray-haired and torn ashes you see above us Deva Orleans. There another`s horizon of accusing words, There vzmetayutsya to the sky of embrace of fires, As lzhivu, as oathes of bishops of Charles. It is possible to accuse itself the sky of sorcery, It is possible to kindle France all on a fire, angrily on ashes a black raven Will croak. In our souls covered with wounds fires begin to pine, we shall burn down hundreds times on fires of heretical belief. Will name the daughters of mother Jeanne name And above France Deva will fly Orleans.»