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| # | Title | Length |
|---|---|---|
| Digital Media 1 | ||
| 1 | Let’s begin our song | 2:20 |
| 2 | Might it not become us, brothers | 3:27 |
| 3 | War horns in Novegrad | 2:58 |
| 4 | Then Igor set foot in the golden stirrup | 1:02 |
| 5 | Igor with army | 2:46 |
| 6 | Oh, Russian land! | 1:18 |
| 7 | Spears | 2:54 |
| 8 | In the field slumbers | 1:31 |
| 9 | You stand your ground | 2:32 |
| 10 | That Oleg forged feuds with the sword | 0:50 |
| 11 | Then, across the Russian land | 3:12 |
| 12 | What dins unto me | 5:22 |
| 13 | For now, brothers | 1:56 |
| 14 | Abundant woe made its way midst the Russian land | 1:00 |
| 15 | Kayala | 2:56 |
| 16 | And Svyatoslav saw a troubled dream | 0:52 |
| 17 | You, turbulent Rurik | 1:06 |
| 18 | No longer indeed does the Sula flow | 2:19 |
| 19 | The time has come to lower your banners | 4:29 |
| 20 | Yaroslavna’s incantation | 3:29 |
| 21 | The sea plashed at midnight | 1:45 |
| 22 | Oh, Donets! | 4:28 |
| 23 | Said Bayan, song-maker of the times of old | 0:47 |
| 24 | Voices weave across the sea to Kiev | 2:21 |