Who was here born
Between two worlds
In forests hug
And haze of steppes
That from childhood,
Scarcely grew up
With sword unfailing will
Unite his life
As forefathers' graves are behind
And watchful steppe is ahead
Fate makes us to embark on the path
To take the road of the enemy
Put a spell, you, wind,
Words of mystery
Banish from my heart
Fright of fortuity
And on disturbed dawn
Blood saturated
Prophetic dream
Become reality
As forefathers' graves are behind
And watchful steppe is ahead
And life on the blade,
On the blade of glory
And last trip,
To the legends.
