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#ai #history #metal #music #udio #suno #sunoai #aimusic #udiomusic The song is dedicated to Denikin's march to Moscow and the Battle of Orel-Kromskoye, during which the volunteer army was stopped and a turning point came in the Russian Civil War! lyrics: [Verse 1] From the South they came, a banner held high, Denikin's men with fire in their eyes, A march to Moscow, dreams of glory's song, To turn the Red tide, to right what was wrong. They set their sights on a city so grand, A promise to free the Russian land. Through steppes and forests, under sun and rain, With hope and heartache, with struggle and pain. [Chorus] But the bells of history, they toll so loud, In the fields of Orlovsko-Kromskoe, under stormy cloud. The clash of armies, echoes in the night, In the summer of ’19, it was honor against might. [Verse 2] Fierce were the battles, with valor untold, In Kromy’s shadow, the Red flames unrolled. Denikin's lines wavered, then they broke, On those bloodied fields, dreams turned to smoke. With every advance, and every retreat, The hope grew dimmer, under Red Army’s feet. Through cannon fire and the saber's fierce edge, They fought for a future, on history’s land. [Chorus] But the bells of history, they toll so loud, In the fields of Orlovsko-Kromskoe, under stormy cloud. The clash of armies, echoes in the night, In the summer of ’19, it was honor against might. [Verse 3] The gates of Moscow never saw their dawn, For Volunteer Army, the dream was gone. Defeat took root in the autumn's winds, The fate of the White Movement, driven by sins. Retreat now sounded in the winter's cold breath, The hopes for freedom met with silent death. Orlovsko-Kromskoe held the tale so stark, Of courage extinguished, in history's dark. dark [Chorus] For the bells of history, they toll so loud, In the fields of Orlovsko-Kromskoe, under stormy cloud. The clash of armies, echoes in the night, In the summer of ’19, it was honor against might. [Outro] So remember the fields where dreams did fade, Where hope and despair in battle were laid. Denikin's campaign, a chapter so dire, In the annals of time, it burns like fire. The songs of the fallen will forever remind, Of the dreamers and fighters, left far behind. In the tale of Russia, etched deep in her soul, The volunteer's march took its hard, bitter toll. I used
