Whispering swords, burning eyes
On Armour , wearing animal skin
With great proficiency and Slavonic artistry
With passion of Old Faith
Proud under banner of their harsh Gods
In noble glory ,without any fear
With power of fire thunder
With spear and javelin
Shining in flames of Sun
With shout from throat
Lets go and attack ,enemy is going retreat

Leaves dead bodies, at last they rune away
And we carry on in struggle ,don’t listen begs of enemy
Chopping, slashing ,we destroy enemy
Triumph is Great!
Sanctify by struggle!