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