The Power of the gloriouses, blood or war!
For their glory we drink our cups to the bottom!
The honor will be given with the battles, the revenge of the brothers is strong!
Blood for blood! again the war echoes with the immortals!
The power of our land!
The death of the foreign blood!
Again the freedom called us to its way!
The true way of the centuries.
The runes defeated
To those Dazhd'bog's sons,
To those Perun's sons.
They looked with a bitter sadness
To the grey trees.
They remembered the runes
And the ancient times.