| Under the Raven's black wings | |
| The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling | |
| Troubling the heads of sleeping trees | |
| The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds' eyes. | |
| The raven in the moon's eyes is as black as a wound | |
| Under the black raven's wings | |
| The heated battle rages on mercilessly | |
| Shooting a myriad of arrows into the sky | |
| Breaking spears on the steel armor | |
| Pushing masses of corpses on the ground. | |
| Breaking into the twilight, cry, clang of iron | |
| And stamping of the hooves, shaking the earth, | |
| Saturating earth with the proud blood of warriors. | |
| The swords shatter human lives, | |
| The steel was shining and the air was getting hot | |
| From the menacing breath of people's wrath. | |
| And through the countless hordes of enemies | |
| Dripping drops of life on the way | |
| Through the dirt of Christ servants' rows | |
| Leaving the funeral fires behind | |
| Moving apart those who came to give death | |
| The warriors of free nation are stepping firm | |
| On the native land, pushing away the unwanted | |
| Paving the way to the victory with blood. | |
| My life is flowing through the veins of trees | |
| My love blossoms in the field | |
| My faith is breathing in the crowns of trees | |
| [repeat] | |
| Two powerful armies were getting closer | |
| And gnawed deep wounds in each other. | |
| On this crowd of mixed lives | |
| Sinking in rage and other people's blood | |
| The raven is circling, exaggerating the flame of war | |
| But Prussian sword is a true reward | |
| For those who came to strangle freedom | |
| For those who brought suffering to our land | |
| For those who wanted to entangle with lies | |
| And wrath held a sword | |
| And stroke the unwanted ceaselessly | |
| For troubling gods | |
| For that the brothers will not see another dawn | |
| Under the Raven's black wings | |
| The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling | |
| Troubling the heads of sleeping trees | |
| The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds' eyes. | |
| The raven in the moon's eyes is as black as a wound | |
| Under the black raven's wings |
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