And still it will be so A rumble reverberates in thawed snow Ferocious skies. Shimmering dreams That our world apart shall tear Heralding wrath of distress in our woods Severing skies with a hand soaked in blood You have succeeded, but Rus’ will live on And still it will be so Treacherous sleep overwhelms our sons Progenies of once great Aryan race Haze of oblivion covers their eyes Burns noble hearts, blemishes lands You didn’t know that you served our foe You died without discerning the cause Enemy speared your life, and then Lied to your children: “It wasn’t in vain! ” Ignorant, murdered your brothers, and died Shedding the blood of their equals Heroes oppose and in slaughter unite Wake up! Our Earth is enfeebled And still in will be so Though Gods lie slumbered in the West And proud knights defeated rest Now in the East our swards shall glow! Furious vigour of flickering blades Enemy temples will then desecrate! Radiant Phoenix of agonal words And still it will be so! Blood-forged formation keeps on its way Ever powerful grows Russian Order! Be white and proud, keep striking backhand! So sweet is the blood of impostor! Keep marching ahead, my brother-in arms More action, cut down useless words! Harden your spirit and cherish your blood Let the Mead of Kvasir in you burn! Veins are swollen with fire of feverous wrath Righteous fury this war shall ignite On the crimson of weapons Rus’ coming back – Sweet revenge to ancestors’ delight!