Over the snowbound forest You can see smokes of a camp The proud sons of Perun Gathered to guard this land
The raven forebodes bloody battles The wind sings the song of war cries And all that would survive the steel blows Would be sent by the flames to the skies
No repent, no mercy for aliens! They'll drown in the darkness of night The warriors are holding their weapons Expecting the soon-coming fight
Foes gaze at the sun, full of worry No prayers save them from defeat All Russians will fight for their glory First arrows fell on battlefield
