Under the swords of the powerful lineage,
the enemies fell.
They fell in the Slavs' land.
Hundreds years ago the slavic ancestors
expelled from their land
the foreign people!
The lived days,
The centuries of the free world are forgotten.
Raise in front of the fathers, offer them mead,
our power lies in the Perun's image!
Rod, raise up!
Raise your mighty hands to the sky
Avenged for the centuries, they (the truths) will languish in your eyes,
The truths like the fire.
Veles' descendants, Perun's sons!
We will listen to the ancestors' voice
We call to the Gods to protect our land from the enemies.
Fly swift arrow
across our native land
So those enemies disappears from our land!
Forgotten heroes,
that were faithful to our Russian land!
to the glorious lineage
The Rod's sons are leaving for the eternity
The Svarog's paths are forgotten.
We will reborn, and we will become immortals
The way to a world of freedom is open!
Over the mighty fields
a thunder is roaring
This revenge is being done.
The damp soil of the Mother Nature is impregnated with blood
Break up the chain
of the evil and violence!
Only we not,
Only we know not the fear
We will save our faith
We return our brothers which went to the darkness.
In the whisper of the grass and the winter
We listen to the ancestors' voice
The heart call us as far as the slavic Gods.
Again along path of their legacy.
A pitiful cry of the our ancestors' souls
echoes and orders us to fight for the faith!
but the Gods see, see and know
that the Dazhd'bog's sons again be reborn!
We will return our faith by the truth and the sword!
Blood for blood!
Take off the enemy cross
Once again be reborn!
Pierce the enemy’s chest with a sharp sword
And go with freedom for ever.
Forgotten heroes,
that were faithful to our Russian land!
to the glorious lineage
The Rod's sons are leaving for the eternity
The Svarog's paths are forgotten.
We will come back to life, and we will become immortals
The way to a world of freedom is open!