I see the ashes of past we've got
I feel the taste of blood and pain under my heart
The place we live - the profane world
To fall on knees - to fall in supplication
For souls, who lost their sensation
Who lost their ancient belief
The slaves of serpent of filth
Betrayers!
We blow our children and burn our land
Revealing the truth about our nation and our own way
As centuries ago our fathers from steppe
Had one aim to fight for and kill for
For wealth and fame!
Wealth, power and glory!
Money and fame!
Fight and kill for freedom!
For freedom to fight and slay!
Slay!
But here come the brothers who built all we burned
They come from the North - from forests of rebirth
They feed our women and heal our children
And try to save us from ourselves
Woods of rebirth were cradle of love
They suffered and wasted from enemy's fire
But they survived!
Despite the lies of betrayers
They stand to guard our lives