Текст песни Ратибор - Карательный отряд

We're going forward in the wake of the enemy
Between hearths and dead relatives,
Our faces are black from the burning fires,
We have to catch them in the tract.

We do not know mercy and pity,
And welcome to the world is not our destiny to bear.
We have a punitive detachment of the prince.
We need to punish those who did this.

The black chain mail,
Flashing blades,
Death Riders
Rush you.
The black chain mail,
Flashing blades,
Death Riders
Rush you.

We looked at the burned Ves,
On the traces of robbery from all sides,
On the men dismembered body,
On the disgraced wives before dying.

And children are not spared vorogov,
Or who do not give a living uytit ...
And he said to us, Prince, raising his head:
"Catch up with them, they have no reason to live!"

And we do not know mercy and pity,
And welcome to the world is not our destiny to bear.
We have a punitive detachment of the prince.
We need to punish those who did this.

The black chain mail,
Flashing blades,
Death Riders
Rush you.
Here and now
That moment,
We caught up with you.
Death will Lute!