The blood is in wolf footprint
 The hunter has won his hunger
 His howling is heard in the night
 Among the mist and the moonlight

 The sound of the huge trembita
 Is echoed away from the carpathians
 We announce the funerals to the still alive
 [bad word] from the boreal land we won many nations

 We are everywhere, we are the children of silver
 Now we are [bad word] to have the last victory
 The cries of ravens
 The howling of wolves
 We are the keepers of the fire
 Which will burn down the heavens

 The [bad word] are singing
 And with the rhythm of the [bad word] 
 We are stepping down on this world
 It was sold to the sly nation
 It will die together with them

 Only the ravens flying in the sky
 Can see all of us
 They are the only ones to see our army
 Our fighting spirit and faces of hatred
 In the ancient land of Oriana
 We will gather together again
 And our power has multiplied into thousand
 We are ready to fight against judeo christianity!

 We have the silver moon power in our hands
 We have the rage of millions of fire in our eyes
 We have the demons' hatred in our hearts
 We have the pain of our ancient fathers in our souls