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