With difficulty of creating divines
In white hands Masters of ,Aryan Art
Vision dreams of leaders ,sages and pagan priests
Empires what were build by hammer and thunder
Soil was soak by blood and sweat
Perfect heroes ,half-Gods from North
We carry on by ages their Great p

In battles berskerk in mortal fight
In flash of swords and axes
When Perun with his Hammer is sending thunders
When panzer detachments going to combat
Where Sea of Blood is seeping in soil
Where warriors are steping in blood
Where Strzybog gales are wildest
The Sun is

Bathed in sunlight of sun god
From blood of ancestor
Fearless, brave and daring
On field ,on struggle
We who love mother earth
We are always full of loyalty, always honourable
Proud warriors of slavonic faith
A front of authority dignity gods
We are ancient tribe<

In flames of holy pagan faith
In flash and bolt of thunder
A front of Gods authority
White colour of our skin and spirit from steel
Strength of muscles, Power of the Will
We are together , united in action
United in blood and identity
Wolves pack of glory nation
W

Many winters cross of christ was stained soil
The Land of Pomeranians people called Weneds
Cross has desecrated and destroyed land
Before folk was brave and daring
Christian Germans leg crushed
Devastated Mother Pomerania land
Devastated holy forests and groves
Choppe

Many times have come years of great sadness
Hordes of ruthless agressors have attack my beautiful country
My fatherland, my mother soil
This magic places, where form ages is my home
Where great forests
Where great meadows and fields
Like my forefathers I move forward with

Among boundless fields were born cereal
On rivers, lakes and Baltic Sea
In cities, countries on mountains and valleys
In Slavonic nation hidden
Those were in minds and hearts spark of Culture
Born in mission to keep Idea
Like flames of fire and splash of water
Mighty

My heart beats for these forests and fileds
Where swamps,rivers and sheet of ice
My soul takes from them power of existance
Sun wraps tuft of golden cereal
Trees are green and luscious
In every hole of that fertile soil
Ashes of ancestors
And enormity of old Slavic tr

"...Where gale blows, where waves murmuring song and
forest giving them accompany.
That song is carry on..."

I was born from Slavonic blood
Slavia is my land and my home
Is my fatherland
Where my forefathers ashes lying
Where spilled seas of sweat,tears and blood
Ages of history,hum of trees
Gust of Strzybog winds
Waving sea, fields of cereal
Im son of Sun
Worshipper

For the fortune of destroyed irons of humiliation
For this, that we dont live anymore in eternal shame
For this, that poison has stopped strangle our throats
For this, that cross of weak christ doesnt burn and doesnt prosecute
For this, that biblical sin is ordinary absurd
Im

From abyss of ages
Spiritis from steel
Knights-farmers
Bound by Secret
Burning hearts full of ancient glory
Race of conquerors
Immortal in battle
White wolves,lonely brutals
Chosen by Gods
Asasyn's of case
Fanatics soldiers idea of blood and faith
Paga

From ages Their carry sword of Swarg
Leaving behind them the blaze, wild fear
Winners in hundred battles and skirmishes
Power and Glory of cruel White Gods
Flaming desire of rule and conquest
We invade and crush any strike
Earth belongs only to tough warriors
Blood of

Song of ages carries loud
Fires burn in boundless forests
Gales blow resonantly
Like our forefathers did before
In difficulty of hard wrok
Blood on battlefield
Sweat on plow teared soil
Stars wane near dawn
Summers and winters go by
Uplifting living
Hail a

Born from this land
Different but still Slavonic blood
Hearing urge of Ancient Gods
Growned into Hero
Man who has created new thought
Myth for his nation and land
Wished to progress,power and glory
Imperium of great Slavia
Created new history
Will of Creation

From tyranny of christ’s cross
Rouse from stupor by old song of Gods
Strengthen in faith of Slavs
Warriors who have Perun and Weles in their hearts
We don’t need bullshit of abraham and moses
We have in hands sword and plough
Glory for Mother of Slavonic Lands
Glory f

Triumph of power of shoulders
Triumph of the Will
Perun’s warriors has stopped in proficiency
They fought on battlefield
Legions of enemies has runaway from field
Call of cold steel was live in brave hearts and souls tough like rock
With courage, Honour and without any me

We came from East ,from wild forests and fields
From land of rivers, and mountains snowing tops
We have change that Asiatic cradle on Europe heart
Northern area of wild primeval forests and marshlands
Here our fatherland has been created
White Gods gave us power of conquest

Whispering swords, burning eyes
On Armour , wearing animal skin
With great proficiency and Slavonic artistry
With passion of Old Faith
Proud under banner of their harsh Gods
In noble glory ,without any fear
With power of fire thunder
With spear and javelin
Shining