We hail powers of nature We are heathens from the old times We are guardians of the past Who hail the pagan sun Great bonfire, in the name of Svarog Now burns, as we hail our ancestors The fallen ones of ancient times Blessed be this sacred land of ours Storms are coming cast by the Perun We hail your presence thunder lord In honor of yours our sacrifice we offer For this age and ages to come Sweet nectar of Svantevid we drink Under his sword we march Lead by the great wargod We complete this circle of trinity Now rise mighty gods of Slavs! Our swords, our fury! Warriors of iron will! Desire to purify, to kill!