كلمات Without Mercy, With Fire In Eye

Whispering swords, burning eyes On Armour , wearing animal skin With great proficiency and Slavonic artistry With passion of Old Faith Proud under banner of their harsh Gods In noble glory ,without any fear With power of fire thunder With spear and javelin Shining in flames of Sun With shout from throat Lets go and attack ,enemy is going retreat Leaves dead bodies, at last they rune away And we carry on in struggle ,don’t listen begs of enemy Chopping, slashing ,we destroy enemy Triumph is Great! Sanctify by struggle!