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A wind is blowing from the east

On the distant horizon

The blessed Sun rises

For the glory of our ancient gods

It its light

Banners shine in the glory of victory

Pagan faith reforged into

Armored legions

Approach the borders of the fallen paradise

Nothing can stop them

Cut enemies heads

Decorate the white trail

White warriors are coming back

Strong as they used to be

With Sun on their banners

And fire in steel hearts

Power bewitched in the runes

For glory of pagan gods

Today is the day

What was asleep is to awaken

Blood faithful to soil

Will awaken by the strength

Of ancient magic

By the will of strong and unite folk

Reach its heritage

For the glory of Sun