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Sit down brave warrior! |
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Your journey is finished |
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Now you do not have to |
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Be afraid of guileful foe |
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You are among old oaks |
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Protected by holy place |
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Look at bloody rivers |
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No rays from the sky come down |
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Birds do not build nests |
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Wolves eat rotting carcass |
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War everywhere! |
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Warmth of holy fire will heal your wonds |
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Fire's sheen will bring calm to your soul |
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Today you are in a holy forest |
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Where fire blazes fed blood and mead |
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Your women and children died |
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Fire destroyed your village |
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Don't think about pain |
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They are with you now, here |
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And they will stay with you forever |
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Among holy trees |
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Your guileful foe will never rest |
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These lands belong to you |
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Let your foe be damned forever |
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Look! Your friends betrayed you |
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Plundering your granary |
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And greedily dividing your lands |
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They paid their footing in foe's |
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Farvour by accepting strange faith |
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They will die in |
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Swarog's fire! |
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Strong winds and thunder-storms are coming |
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Filling your enemies with terror |
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Because they have treason in hearts and disgrace |
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And falsehood is their religion |
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True faith of native land will resist |
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Bought at the price |
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Of shed blood of brave warriors |
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It will return at the full sheen of glory |
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And then we will return from distant lands |
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To stand by |
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Perun's side |
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You were fighting bravely |
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Spilling seas of blood |
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Christians will remember your name |
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And your bloody pitiless deeds! |
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Be proud! |
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Gods appreciated your sacrifice! |
