The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding
The wood is scarlet and splashes sparkles high

The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves
Imbued with the black smoke of death.
Human beings, animals and birds are leaving

The road of black storm-cloud, Christians.
The gods are angry with uninvited guests
Who brought lie with the cross to the proud nation.


The calm is cut with bloody sword
The country is burning

What did their god bring suffer to our lands for?
What did so many souls die for?
The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground

And washing off the gore from the faces

The sword is lighter with truth

The spirit is stronger with faith
Our hands possess the power
Our hearts have got the flame

The defeat is greater than death
Child's tears hurt more than wounds
The spirit is stronger with faith

Our hearts have got the flame

Iron peal of wrath

Deafens the cry of rain
The night is not as black as the sky
The horses are faster than the arrows

The anger is stronger than the swords
The battle devours people
Like a swarm of bees


The heart is breathing in the heart of the forest
The soul of the great Prussian land is alive

Perkuno's flame is burning lighting the way
It's burning and warming the souls of proud people
Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring,

And no storm can ruin it.
Perkuno's flame is burning lighting the way.


Thunder proclaims the terrible might
The horses are moving back, the hands cannot hold the arms
The Christ's army feared the courage of defenders

The brave warriors will never kneel.