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Echoes of 1440: The Rus' Awakening 1 by Платон

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Echoes of 1440: The Rus' Awakening 1

Folk,female vocals

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(Verse 1)
Beneath the silver birch and endless sky,
The Grand Duchy breathes with a watchful eye.
Moscow’s walls rise strong and proud,
In this year of fourteen-forty, voices loud.
(Pre-Chorus)
Princes gather, power's delicate thread,
Vasily’s rule in the making, futures spread.
While the steppe winds carry tales untold,
Of battles fought and alliances bold.
(Chorus)
Echoes of the Rus', in the frost and flame,
Through the frozen forests, they call my name.
From the Kremlin’s shadow to the village hearth,
The spirit of the land, its ancient birth.
(Verse 2)
The boyars’ whispers in the candlelight,
Plans and dreams weaving through the night.
Peasants till the soil with calloused hands,
Singing songs of hope across the lands.
(Pre-Chorus)
Monks in monasteries, scripts held tight,
Preserving wisdom in the fading light.
While merchants trade along the Volga’s flow,
Bringing tales from lands they know.
(Chorus)
Echoes of the Rus', in the frost and flame,
Through the frozen forests, they call my name.
From the Kremlin’s shadow to the village hearth,
The spirit of the land, its ancient birth.
(Bridge)
Hear the balalaika’s haunting tone,
Underneath the northern star, alone.
The birch leaves whisper stories old,
Of courage, faith, and hearts so bold.
(Verse 3)
In the distance, Tatar threats loom near,
Yet Moscow's heart beats strong, no fear.
The dawn of power, a nation’s rise,
Underneath those endless Rus’ skies.
(Chorus)
Echoes of the Rus', in the frost and flame,
Through the frozen forests, they call my name.
From the Kremlin’s shadow to the village hearth,
The spirit of the land, its ancient birth.
(Outro)
So let the winds of time carry this song,
A tale of a land where hearts belong.
In fourteen-forty, the Rus' awake anew,
Forever in the soul, forever true.