Once in Ukraine the cannons where roaring
 [bad word] heroes knew how [bad word] 
 With swords they conquered freedom and glory
 The glory washed in the rivers of the blood
 Once in Khortitza they were building stronghold Sich
 Defended our land and gave their lives for it
 Upon the Aryan honor and enemies' bones
 We shall lead the [bad word] way to the glorious "iriy" Valhalla
 Pure heart filled with Aryan blood
 Let it beat and let heroic archetypes arise
 The spirit yearning to battle
 Forever be with you
 In your purest blood
 It's in your family
 It's in your fatherland
 It's still alive
 And shall shine again in the native Ukraine
 Raise your swords the way up high to hail the sun
 It's death or victory
 These are two ways that lie before our choice
 White race would be the highest goal
 The warriors of Galychina
 Is an "avaging" blade in strong Slavonic hands
 You were stoped one step before the victory
 Now it's our turn to realize your dreams
 Betrayal stood upon your way
 Red butchers destroyed our land
 And now Jewisk pest dominates
 Brother hold your weapons firm