A gale brought forth chants of the past
We departed in glory, families bid us farewell
Our path, in snow and dark, cold and mist
We returned tired and weary, yet proud...
In the silence of the dawn, grandeur of Gods!
at the gates of Slavonic landscape
shadow of doubt has not once tainted
our blue-eyed faces
Only sometimes, in glare of fire
as an calling of Time, sound of river
though children grown up and women weary
our hearts remain forever unchanged!
Till the end of time, skies at our feet
forever solitary path, known by winds...
War without end under the banners of Sun
heathen blood, pride, strenght and faith!
We are not the ones to stray from our path
we know no doubt, we know no fear
even though, be it cold on heart sometimes
and nights, are lonesome under the stars...
hymns of blood, poetry of Nature, singing of our hearts
in the stead of fleeting moments, memories...
we look into future, for past is
now gone
and will be gone not only once
...even though time be such an unyielding traveller
with Gods we shall stand strong in our fight,
lonesome - but Proud!
Till the end of time!
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