Who was here born
Between two worlds
In forests hug
And haze of steppes

That from childhood,
Scarcely grew up
With sword unfailing will
Unite his life

As forefathers' graves are behind
And watchful steppe is ahead
Fate makes us to embark on the path
To take the road of the enemy

Put a spell, you, wind,
Words of mystery
Banish from my heart
Fright of fortuity

And on disturbed dawn
Blood saturated
Prophetic dream [bad word] reality

As forefathers' graves are behind
And watchful steppe is ahead
And life on the blade,
On the blade of glory

And last trip,
To the legends.