When darkness comes and the Night begins
All creatures prepare to hunt and win
For Ancient Glory of Pagan Past
For Right to battle that lives in us.
Connected by virtue to woods and swords
We spent our lives near darkest shores
We keep our arms as symbol of fight
No one can conquer our land tonight.
We stood as one in the time of faith
And bitten could no one remained
No Christian whores and no Muslims tail
Could penetrate our Russian vale.
The land of dark woods and waters of pure
We swear to save your richness for sure
The enemy will act strong, brutal and fast
Slavonic future protects our past. |
