sklonte hlavy ludske tvory smrtelne, pred ziarou rannej zory, ktorou plamene horia svatym ohnom nad vychode krajom, kolesom svaroga na veky vekov, slava bohom!
dotyk ohna, vola bohov, zbori svet a spali v prach, bo oni drzia v rukach osud, vietor, hromy, bleskov ziar,
vam co ste padli v boji, vo velkom tryzneni kracali bok po boku v bojovom besneni, patri vecna slava dazbogovho rodu, patri vecny zivot v perunovom vojsku, slava bohom!
pribehy slavy su uz len tienom, prastary odkaz, slabnucim plamenom, malo nas, malo, dazbogovych vnukov, co dotyk ohna vyviedol z radov... ...slepych!
dotyk ohna, vola bohov, zbori svet a spali v prach, bo oni drzia v rukach osud, vietor, hromy, bleskov ziar
Translation: Touch of the Fire
submit your heads,mortal human beings front of the blaze of morning zora flames are burnin in holy fire,up above eastern regions, by svarog's wheel forever and ever, glory gods!
the touch of the fire and the will of lords can raze the world and burn to dust, as they hold fate,wind,thunders and lighting in their hands
you,who were killed in war,in heavy rughing and walked side by side i martial rage, eternal fame of dazbog's tribe belongs to you, and never ending life in perun's army, glory gods!
tales of glory are just an umbrage archaic legacy,failing torch, there are only a few of us,dazbog's children that were led out from blind men's row
the touch of the fire and the will of lords can raze the world and burn to dust, as they hold fate,wind,thunders and lighting in their handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
