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For battles, the eagles have gathered above
The land, for the warfare, was never enough
…Summer burned its first beam
Germans, their fallen, have carried to trench
To combat, the English, as lions were pledged
…And the year was fifteen

Goodbye, Norfolk!
For crown and honor we shall die
Goodbye, Norfolk!
And yet to dreamland will we rise?
Spear in rear and heart with bullet – the jackal soon will sing
The dead with glory, won’t be warmer, whoever makes the heat
The blood in veins of ruthless British pulses, as a flow
The Death today shall be replete,
God preserve your souls!

Division of Norfolk is lost in the cliffs
Fading the prayers and curse on the lips
…The horizon went dim
Strange cloud of vapor has covered the troops
No clatter of steel any orders nor rules
…Delusion of dread, frightful dream

Goodbye Norfolk!
For crown and honor we shall die
Goodbye Norfolk!
And yet to dreamland will we rise?
Pole of fire, above the valley, radiated beam
Seized the night, on wounds of day, just for little bit
Laugh of mischief, sound of grinding; serpents in black orb
The undead became a cloud,
God preserve your souls!

In wild abyss - the pulsation of dark
Drawing with breathing a weird pagan mark
…Means the unit is doomed
The cloud, then, slowly soared up to the top
Glared down with a scream of furious dots
…The firmament turns to blue
Goodbye Norfolk!
For crown and honor we shall die
Goodbye Norfolk!
And yet to dreamland will we rise?
Above Norfolk, at midnight hour, broke down scarlet rain
Parapets, by gleaming lightning, torched and burned astray

Black remains and breeze of darkness - knocks down to the floor
Each observed the daylight dying
God preserve your souls!