On ancient path of the conquests from the past
 Between the graves and eternal monoliths
 The spirit of fallen warriors has risen here today
 These who were fighting here
 For their Folk they gave their toil
 Marching to the final battle without any doubts
 In the fire of revenge they raised their swords
 In Glory starring into the face of Death

 In the battles for Glory and Pride of their land
 They were dying in vain for their blood
 But nothing could stop them
 Without the fear in the hearts they took the weapons
 Bravely fighting to reach their aim
 Ready to give their lives
 Faithful till the end of the days
 They kept [bad word] to the end of their strengths

 Through the cold they had to wade to meet destiny
 In the snow far in Northern Lands
 Still passing new lands in the mist
 Called for their Race and their Blood
 On the boats through the thunders and waves
 Carrying Death, bitterness and Pain
 Hand in hand were not afraid to March
 Into the Final [bad word] 
 In the battles for Glory and Pride of their land
 They were dying in vain for their blood
 But nothing could stop them
 Without the fear in the hearts they took the weapons
 Bravely fighting to reach their aim
 Ready to give their lives
 Faithful till the end of the days
 They kept [bad word] to the end of their strengths