Текст песни Pagan Reign - Во времена былин

Slavs living in the land of rivers and forests
Always where the only sound the song of victory
As soldiers fought for the land of the fathers
And here the freedom of those glorious years

Now I am one of woods and hills
The soul is full of clanging swords
And in the wind breath of the great gods
And in sun rays look their eyes

I feel the ancient power of tribes
Glory shines everywhere ancestors
She does not go out amid storms times
And in the sky a free bird flies

Tall and proud of its flight
He praises the power of Svarog
And to revive calls
Her silent no one can make

Blood pours river to face fighters
For the freedom of the skies lit Kolovrat
Here life measures the death of enemies
In the eye and held a weapon in the hands of compressed

Blood washed the heart of the enemy
Clean them to face freedom
Do not know a person's ancestors
Carried him through the years