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 |