| The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding
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| The wood is scarlet and splashes sparkles high
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| The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves
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| Imbued with the black smoke of death
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| Human beings, animals and birds are leaving
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| The road of black storm-cloud, Christians
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| The gods are angry with uninvited guests
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| Who brought lie with the cross to the proud nation
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| The calm is cut with bloody sword
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| The country is burning
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| What did their god bring suffer to our lands for?
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| What did so many souls die for?
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| The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground
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| And washing off the gore from the faces
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| The sword is lighter with truth
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| The spirit is stronger with faith
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| Our hands possess the power
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| Our hearts have got the flame
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| The defeat is greater than death
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| Child’s tears hurt more than wounds
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| The spirit is stronger with faith
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| Our hearts have got the flame
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| Iron peal of wrath
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| Deafens the cry of rain
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| The night is not as black as the sky
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| The horses are faster than the arrows
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| The anger is stronger than the swords
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| The battle devours people
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| Like a swarm of bees
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| The heart is breathing in the heart of the forest
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| The soul of the great Prussian land is alive
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| Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way
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| It’s burning and warming the souls of proud people
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| Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring
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| And no storm can ruin it
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| Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way
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| Thunder proclaims the terrible might
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| The horses are moving back, the hands cannot hold the arms
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| The Christ’s army feared the courage of defenders
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| The brave warriors will never kneel |