Black eagle on the silver field,
Black Death on the flaming sky.
I'm looking at the clouds remembering
The splinters of dreams and how to clean them.
I see the flame of nights and hear the voice of arrow,
Feel [bad word] and blood and the cross of the spring.
 [bad word] of soldiers stayd on the threshold of Heaven
Dragging the Knights to the [bad word] for its title and cross.

Their flaming leat spiteful hostile look,
The golden boar is sitting on the sheild,
Formidable hostile coat, sunny light of the steel.
Their mighty blade and their reddish color...
But for insolence and shame the host of knights is fighting.

To save the town, for Fatherland, for Mother.

The battle was on for three days, river of blood flowed,
The sun became more red, everyone has died.
And the eagle has cried on the cold crosses,
Silent boar is sitting with the tears on his eyes.
Black and golden colors has dissolved in the haze,
But the host of the Knights on the cold earth.

 [bad word] of soldiers stayd on the threshold of Heaven
Dragging the Knights to the [bad word] for its title and cross.

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