Oh, powerful gods of the Silvanic keep
Your sorrowful slumber is so long and deep
Beneath gloomy marshes in darkness of earth
You were betrayed by those, who swore to serve
Awake children of the forest
Go to war, unleash your fire
Ancient gods of raging horrors
Will avenge crucified liar
And their fiery glance so bright
Shall disperse the veil of night
Ancient faith with pagan sermon
Shall destroy the Christian vermin
They'll rise from the slumber of thousand years
Great Gods of old forests will gladly reveal
The legacy of immemorial past
To him, in whose veins the blood of Ross runs
All trees sing us songs with their old wooden lips
About Slavic warriors and the antique keeps
Defending the homeland every should raise sword
To destroy forever damned hostile horde
How beautiful are Russian forests and woods
How clear is water in lakes
And no one can break Slavic iron will
It's not so easy to break
