Burn the heart of the ardent Cres,
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Don't fade before darkness.
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By fire from sparks, from the wind of storms, be reborn!
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With the iron of the three worlds, let out fetid blood.
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At the temple of the spirit, listening to the word of words!
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I Am Fire!
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Yes, steel eagles in the sky,
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Yes, a flock of crows to the sky!
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Ashes instead of strongholds
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Rotting in lies for a thousand years!
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The blood of those slain by the hand of the enemy,
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Filled angry eyes.
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Father! |
let me drink
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New times living source.
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Turn the bloody bag into fire,
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Drink the right cup, strengthen your spirit!
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Hear the breath of silver strings!
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In the eyes of the great God Cres,
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In the beard the light of burning lightning
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At dawn by revelation from the blood from the Fire
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Breathe the words hammer!
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Flute calling haze of dust,
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Hex blood streams on our swords!
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And again, among the sorrow of the destroyed temples,
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I hear the song and howl of an angry Khorty.
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I Am Fire!
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God, bright God,
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Glorious is your radiant countenance.
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Hear us great-grandfather Sun
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Show us the way with your amber light.
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Dazhdbog, illuminate us with a fiery flame
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Warm up your Slavic grandchildren.
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So that in battles we multiply the faith of our ancestors!
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Fire rage! |
Fire glory!
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Be with us in your heart! |