Текст песни Pagan Reign - Бессмертное Племя

What lesh you my tears,
Do not return the past dawn.
Where the white birch
Christianity sprouted stumps.

For the home we grove,
We will fight to the end.
Do not penetrate the enemy crafty
In their native shores.

As you lower your gaze,
Should we weep in this difficult hour.
We'll get their swords,
And forward for the first time.

We cherish the statutes of the fathers,
They swore at Perun.
Will not happen Slavic honor
Kohl forget when he was drunk.

What hand do you uplift,
We will not be able to forget the gods.
Requires generous the sunset
And forward in fearless fight.

You lead us in the prince,
You lead us into battle.
To Slavic hand
To conduct this fight.
We will not retreat,
Before his enemy.
Red-hot sword let sparkle
Fire beam.