When thunder was flashing and black birds covered the sky
And on the battlefield they’re looking a feast
Wolf’s from forest are yelp so greedily
On wild plain without trees and rock’s
Hordes of Slavonic blood and faith was fight against abominable gang of German crusaders
Barbarian warriors without any fear
And wicked scum’s of jesus
Sword has hit with whistling, axe has hit as well
Corpse was fallen again and again, and teeth were guts
In eyes ferocity
Germans fall completely on field without glory
Killingly massacre was destroy Germans
Slavonic detachment’s in triumphant glory
In silver armour’s
Banners or Retra, banners of Arkona island high on the sky
Shout from thousand’s throats
Triumph of the Pagan Faith
Sword of Wened’s are saturate in struggle
In blood of crusader‘s drunken till resist
Song about that battle are sung by old oak’s
And sword’s of Wened’s were sleep into soil
For thousand winter’s
They have started struggle again
Sword’s are calling to heir’s of Slavonic warriors
Their want drink blood, killing enemy’s of Slavonic faith!

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