Time has worn the soldiers down Marched for many miles In the eastern lands so cursed Time to make a stand
Tsar has scorched his nation's land Nothing to be found Hunger grasp the soliders heart 20 000 men strong
Listen, excuse for a king Trust me, this fight you can't win
Poltava Rode to certain death and pain Poltava Swedish soldiers met their bane Poltava Sacrificed their lives in vain Poltava
In the shade of morning mist Advancing on their foe Bullets break the silent air Wasted battleplan
Swedish forces stand alone King has left command Rule is left to lesser men Waiting for their chance
Listen, obey my command Hear me, or die by my hand
Russian armies blocked their way 20 000 lost that day They bled the ground Peace they found There's no sign of victory King Carolus had to flee And leave the land Leave command
Madness, curse your feeble horde Fear me, you'll die by my sword
