Our land groans from pain
Raise your sword as a patriot
From devilish intrigues, from heathen lies
Wind carries the war call
Be without pity, in the struggle with Satan
Time of battle has begun already
Raise your sword, throw away doubts
God is with us in this war
The final of the battle is decided:
Good wins in the struggle with the evil
No Quarter, No Mercy, Break the traitors upon the knee of Justice, break them with the rod of Truth.