| But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords? | |
| But why does the cross not lead to victory? | |
| Their warriors are hard as oaks | |
| Gods are placing swords in our hands | |
| The wind is turning flame to your side | |
| The faith unites us | |
| The cross will not replace the forests and the free sky | |
| Braiding the rivers | |
| Blowing out the | |
| Fire of suffering | |
| Rooting out the trees | |
| The wind is carrying lives into eternity | |
| The moon will light the path to infinity | |
| The rain will build a wall and block your way | |
| Heat in the heart will break off the breath of death | |
| Giving freedom to the soul for good | |
| The lightning cuts short the paths leading our enemies to it | |
| The clouds are condensing | |
| The enemies are crowding | |
| The feast of a new threat | |
| Grew up above the injured land | |
| The moon born bloody | |
| With a fierce eye of destiny | |
| Is strangling last hope | |
| Is strangling last pleas | |
| The last cry of shadows is burying the wolfs' howl | |
| The spirit of woods will call to be winds again | |
| The crucified wanted to drown woods in blood | |
| Taking the last that could save | |
| The ruins of mendacious words are gnawed by worms | |
| The last eyes are ready to wait for the victories | |
| The Holly land is swallowed alive | |
| Perkuno flame will not stop burning |