O night, mother
I read your dead language wildly
Under your cover
Men of Perun are standing
As wolves uneasy
All thirst for spoils
All thirst for blood

The blackness of night
Becomes stronger and stronger
Our hearts are fluttering
Sensing wild rapture
We will not be frighten away
By any anxiety

What we will fulfill
Is the call of wolfish nature
Perun, recognize it
With your divine sense
So with your support
We could complete
Our metamorphosis
In wild night secretly

Perun
Move the sun
And moons of planets
Concentrations of meteors and storms
Your thunders are as holy guardians
Under your banner
We will be swaggering to victory

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