Destinies Of Bygone Faith

Through the ages, day and night
Mighty warriors slowly stride
Keeping Slavic people safe
Guarding our pagan faith

Aeons are quickly passing by
Over the Slavic lands of mine
It could still keep so much power
So much life in every flower

We were those, who's breathing free
Walking on the grassland's sea
Under golden shining sun
Watching skies and clouds run

We forged honor with our swords
Were invincible to odds
No one could defeat our force
We intimidated foes

Then they came, the days of blight
Our tribe has lost its might
We forgot the words of mentors
How to fight for independence

Grandsons of Perun, you all
Must look deeper in your soul
Find the strength to set us free
Break the chains of slavery

There is hope, it never dies
We'll gain power from the skies
To return us our pride
Stolen by the foes and blight

From the abyss Russia'll rise
Crushing fetters of demise
Spreading mighty shoulders wide
Gazing at the sun with pride