The last head falls to the ground. No one is left alive. They thought that they could take me down. But it's not my time to die. . I wipe the blood from my sword.
Finally the storm arrives. Our wait is at an end. Under dark winter skies. We make our final stand. . For each of us there are four of them. It matters not to us.
The warming sun returns again. And melts away the snow. The sea is freed from icy chains. Winter is letting go. . Standing on the ocean side. We can hear the waves.
I feel a chill in my heart. Like lingering winter cold. I and my son are torn apart. He was just 6 winters old. . My first-born was he. And the last of my kin.
We rode the rivers of the eastern trail. Deep in the land of the Rus. Following the wind in our sails. And the rhythm of the oars. . No shelter in this hostile land.
The warming sun returns again. And melts away the snow. The sea is freed from icy chains. Winter is letting go. . Standing on the ocean side. We can hear the waves.
I feel a chill in my heart. Like lingering winter cold. I and my son are torn apart. He was just 6 winters old. . My first-born was he. And the last of my kin.
The wait is soon at end. Always charge, never bend. Morning is here, make your stand. Live for honor, glory, death in fire. . Total war is here. Face it without fear.
Raise your swords up high!. See the black birds fly!. Let them hear your rage!. Show no fear!. Attack!. . Charge your horses across the fields. Together we ride into destiny.