The moon's disc is shedding
Silver of rays upon the earth...
Dim light slides over the steel
Thrown away the scabbard.
Warriors fight in a fierce slashing,
Blood of theirs seethes with anger.
The battle will last as many nights
As many days we have to fight.
The sword runs through a body.
The foe breathed his last.
Blood is spelt on the shroud of snow.
We'll fight the foe !!!
The steel overails in a fierce combat,
The blade serves hand and foot,
Blood obscures our eyes with a shroud,
Svarog drives together storm clouds in the skies.
Mark it well - there's no shelter from our soul's fury !
You won't find cover behind armour or walls of a stronghold !
Your fortress will fall and we will flow
Into its gates as an avalanche of aflame steel !
Ravens of black will be wheeling around in the sky
Gathering their bloodred tribute
Then this cold earth will embrace the ones
Whose time's up to fight once and for all...
Rus' must remain slavonic power
To give birth to warriors of valour !
I will fight whilst I live,
I will live whilst I fight.
So, the centuries 'd passed, the select hosts
Were put into armour in the year of stars having tails
They were waiting for a war-cry to rush into a battle
And dead silence was cut with their warlord command !
The sword runs through a body.
The foe breathed his last.
Blood is spelt on the shroud of snow.
We'll fight the foe !!!
The moon's disc is shedding
Silver of rays upon the earth...
Dim light slides over the steel
Thrown away the scabbard.
Warriors fight in a fierce slashing,
Blood of theirs seethes with anger.
The battle will last as many nights
As many days we have to fight.
Rus' must remain slavonic power
To give birth to warriors of valour !
I will fight whilst I live,
I will live whilst I fight.
Silver of rays upon the earth...
Dim light slides over the steel
Thrown away the scabbard.
Warriors fight in a fierce slashing,
Blood of theirs seethes with anger.
The battle will last as many nights
As many days we have to fight.
The sword runs through a body.
The foe breathed his last.
Blood is spelt on the shroud of snow.
We'll fight the foe !!!
The steel overails in a fierce combat,
The blade serves hand and foot,
Blood obscures our eyes with a shroud,
Svarog drives together storm clouds in the skies.
Mark it well - there's no shelter from our soul's fury !
You won't find cover behind armour or walls of a stronghold !
Your fortress will fall and we will flow
Into its gates as an avalanche of aflame steel !
Ravens of black will be wheeling around in the sky
Gathering their bloodred tribute
Then this cold earth will embrace the ones
Whose time's up to fight once and for all...
Rus' must remain slavonic power
To give birth to warriors of valour !
I will fight whilst I live,
I will live whilst I fight.
So, the centuries 'd passed, the select hosts
Were put into armour in the year of stars having tails
They were waiting for a war-cry to rush into a battle
And dead silence was cut with their warlord command !
The sword runs through a body.
The foe breathed his last.
Blood is spelt on the shroud of snow.
We'll fight the foe !!!
The moon's disc is shedding
Silver of rays upon the earth...
Dim light slides over the steel
Thrown away the scabbard.
Warriors fight in a fierce slashing,
Blood of theirs seethes with anger.
The battle will last as many nights
As many days we have to fight.
Rus' must remain slavonic power
To give birth to warriors of valour !
I will fight whilst I live,
I will live whilst I fight.