Текст песни Громовник - Рати

By strong hand
Proud men revolted.
To reset the yoke of shameful tribute
Clear the land for the boundary.

Mighty hill: there is a squad.
A single gaze rested on the heights.
As a brother swims at a feast
Perun, hero, pray !!!

The horns and steel blow
An iron beast runs from the hill.
Khazarin, remember your share,
Measure your fate with a sword!

Land ! Holy drink the blood
Hear the Slavic swords ringing!
Let the widow cry for your cry
A groan of Khazar widows will be heard.

Sons of Svarog cut fiercely -
The enemy is scattered, defeated in dust.
The Slavs will not restrain death fetters:
Spring awaits them in other worlds!