Текст песни Pagan Reign - Праведный Бой

In Slavic lands will not soon
There will come a long-awaited peace;
The voice of Truth is not heard from the roar
Crowds pissed human.
From the past, that there remains
Only the mighty green forest;
Gone primal joy,
Looming shadow of the shackles.
But the soul, obedient to the call
The distant voices of night
Not died fighting again
For the faith their fathers and grandfathers
Rise of wind and water,
For the truth of the ancient land;
And the sacred forces of nature
Purified kindle lights
Immortal Tribe Sloven
Returns to its open spaces;
Wakened Wasteland soon
Resinous cap needles
Early spring storm
Asunder heaven stronghold
Rains awaited freedom
Shed a river of the forest.