When darkness comes and the Night begins
The enemies prepare to hunt and sin
For Ancient Glory of Pagan Past
Our spirit of war will arise

Connected by virtue to woods and rivers
We spent our lives near darkest shores
We keep our arms as symbol of fight
No one can conquer our land tonight.

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
In strength of soul and sword we trust

When darkness comes and the Night begins
The enemies prepare to hunt and sin
We keep our arms as symbol of fight
No one can conquer our land tonight.

Òûñÿ÷è êîïèé, íàïðàâëåííûõ ê ñîëíöó, çàòìèâ åãî ñâåò, (ïàóçà)
Îáðàòèëè äåíü â íî÷ü
Áëåñê ñòàëè ìîëíèåé ïðîíçàåò íåáî
Òåíè ìèðà óíîñÿòñÿ ïðî÷ü
Ïðèíåñåííûå â æåðòâó áîãó âîéíû
Ýõîì îòçîâåòñÿ âîèíñòâåííûé êëè÷!!

Clatters of horses, gnashing of metal
Fury in eyes feed a roaring Battle