Time has worn the soldiers down
Marched for many miles
In the eastern lands so cursed

Time to make a stand

Tsar has scorched his nations land

Nothing to be found
Hunger grasp the soldiers heart
20 000 men strong


Listen excuse for a king
Trust me this fight you can't win


Poltava
Rode to certain death and pain

Poltava
Swedish soldiers met their bane
Poltava

Sacrificed their lives in vain
Poltava


In the shade of morning mist
Advancing on their foe
Bullets break the silent air

Wasted battleplan

Swedish forces stand alone

King has left command
Rule is left to lesser man
Waiting for their chance


Listen obey my command
Hear me or die by my hand


Poltava
Rode to certain death and pain

Poltava
Swedish soldiers met their bane
Poltava

Sacrificed their lives in vain
Poltava


Russians armies blocked their way
20 000 lost that day
They bled the ground

Peace they found
There's no sing of victory
King Carolus had to flee

And leave the land
Leave command


Madness curse your feeble horde
Fear me you'll die by my sword


Poltava
Rode to certain death and pain
Poltava

Swedish soldiers met their bane
Poltava
Sacrificed their lives in vain

Poltava [X2]