Who was here born
Between two worlds

In forests hug
And haze of steppes


That from childhood,
Scarcely grew up
With sword unfailing will

Unite his life

As forefathers' graves are behind

And watchful steppe is ahead
Fate makes us to embark on the path
To take the road of the enemy


Put a spell, you, wind,
Words of mystery

Banish from my heart
Fright of fortuity


And on disturbed dawn
Blood saturated
Prophetic dream

Become reality

As forefathers' graves are behind

And watchful steppe is ahead
And life on the blade,
On the blade of glory


And last trip,
To the legends.