The flame, burning in me
Leads me to war.
Soul flows to battle,
To fight with Satan.
War for the human souls,
It is the most important
To release from enslavement Kiev-city,
And all Slavonic folk.
Souls living in darkness
Are enslaved by Satan.
There is no happiness,
Only depression burns.
I will fight,
I have the strength to stay,
I will not give up, not fall,
I was born to win.
Horned heads crushed from shoulders
By the sharp sword.
There is no fortune for Satan,
Because God is with me.
There is no quiet for me,
Because I was born for war,
I was born to win over the enemy,
And save you.
