Текст: Tvangeste. Firestorm. Godless Freedom.

[Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron]

Undying Sun of Native Land!
The blood is not as purple as you are
The clouds of smoke
Are black stains on your body

The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas
Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains
With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders
The sword crashed down on the defenders' land

Undying Sun of Native Land!
The blood is not as purple as you are
The clouds of smoke
Are black stains on your body
The land was burning with sorrow and wrath
And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart
I close my eyes
No way. No escape
From the cries and moans

The land was burning with sorrow and wrath
And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart
I close my eyes
No way. No escape
From the cries and moans
Oh, mighty gods, where are you
Suffering and pain set in on our land!

Oh, mighty gods, where are you
(turned away, forgot, don't see)
Suffering and pain set in on our land!

We asked for protection
You did not hear us
We prayed for salvation, but -
You did not answer our prayers
No answer, hence, no hope...

Oh, mighty gods
With your name on our lips
Our warriors went to the world of darkness
No answer - hence -
No hope...
THERE IS!

The god will die without a man
But will a man die without a god?
No, no!
And we will prove it...