I heard a leaves whispernIn the cold autumn foresnWhen we were standing nearnThe bonfire and we werennCrossing our swordsnOver its flamenI heard a peals of thundernIn the evening twilightnI saw a dying sunnChanging by Silver moonlightnnFor Dying!nFor Crying!nFor Native Land!nFor Profaned Fate!nnDamned cross like a black shadownHas came to my LandnEverybody under this shadow either starts to lie or dienBut better die standing with proudly holding up headnThan live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisynnI heard peals of thundernIn the evening twilightnI saw a dying sunnChanging by the silver moonlightnWind brought to my hearingnWolf's wailing, lone and yearningnnIt was early in the morningnWhen I was sitting by the purling streamnAnd I was thinking...of my nationnSuddenly I heard the summonnTime, Brothers! It's our time!nWe were straddling our horsesnAnd we were to takenOur swears into reality