Grom [English translation]

You, who surrounded the forrest in a coat of lightning

You, who feed your children with a whirlwind

You have awaken a sea of hatered in their minds

You wraped up holy grove just like Baltic its shores

Old oaks bent their backs in homage

Holy lightning fire ends its dance

Gambols quiet and Striges raise their heads to heaven

Wolves await naked

Your sweetness and warmth I feel near

You're my mother's bosom and strength

You're earth, farm forest, field, grove

Esence of life, a living magic

Darkness, your enemies call you

Lost sheep, snake, death they proclaim with fear

Shoulders of brave warriors build your dowry higher

Not with heresy but with truth you spit on the cross

Let Thunderbolt be the proclaimer

Of the dawn of empire in glory awaited

Let it be a bell, pounding in pagan hearts

Let it be oltar of truth, proud and covered in blood

Let Thunderbolt announce your coming

The hour of revange, god's desolation

Tremendous new days are ahead

Of your strength, roar the seaside forests...

Majesticly...