krvave slnko sa skrylo za hory a matku zem zahalil cierny zavoj noci v dialke je vidiet silnu ziaru to kostol objali jazyky plamena nech zhory pokrytectvo a loz nech nase mece pomstia bolest nasich predkov v nasich srdciach zavladla nenavist znicime krestanstvo uderom bleskov
slovanska hrdost a sila pravda nam oci otvorila nedame im nasu podu spoznaju nas hnev a zlobu nezlomnost slovanskej rasy vratime spat stare casy temny les smrtou dycha nasa pomsta, nasa pycha
letia orly, letia hore ponad les a sire pole letia ponad ostre skaly nesu zvest o synoch slavy
Translation: The Sons of Glory
the bloody sun has hidden beyond the mountains and mother earth was veiled by the black cloak of the night in the distance a strong blaze is to be seen a church was embraced by the tongues of the flame let the hypocrisy and lies burn let our swords revenge the pain of our ancestors in our hearts hate beggan to rule we destroy christianity by a lightning strike
slavonic pride and power the truth has opened our eyes we won't give them our soul they know our anger and fury the firmness of the slavonic race we will bring back ancient times the dark forest breaths with death our revenge, our pride
flying eagles, flying high over the forest and the wide field they fly over sharp rocks they bring the news of the sons of gloryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
