Tongues of flame
Under the somber sky
Were emerged from the mist.
Shapes of the fallen men
Before the witness’ eyes,
Such as the living sights of those
Who spread the writs of overlord. 

Forefathers,
Can you hear my voice?
Can you feel my shield?
And see before me in my choice?
Not for my sake alone
I'll try to hold on my own,
Just for the kin of all the Gods
We'll be beyond control.

The rope is waiting you,
And the gallows-tree is too!

My spell - my blade with charge,
Between the fire and ice 
This rage will break your tribe, 
The tribe of sowing lies.
А cross of blood red throne 
Shall fall with smash,
The flashes of Thunderer
Will burn it to ashes.

They came like a plague,
Across the crimson streams
Of blood which flows like a river.
With pleasant smile, they cut
Your will from memory.
For term of life you lost the time
To lay the blame of self-doing crime. 

Forefathers,
Can you hear my voice?
Can you feel my shield?
And see before me in my choice?
Not for my sake alone
I'll try to hold on my own,
Just for the kin of all the Gods
We'll be beyond control.

I see a hanged man swing
On the high gallows-tree,
He is peering into the gloom
Which the blind do see.