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Away fled the winter birds in flocks
The smoke has chased them as a fox
The smolder drifts above the land
Common folk made a feast at wide hand
Where’s the Hero who’d shout them all: ‘Stand!’

The west had rolled further as wave to the east
The backs and the heart dressed in cross
The pikes of the Teutons were aimed at the Sun
Scent of burning delivered black words
Eagle, Wolf and the Owl were amused by the game
Sensing Russian blood from afar
All of evil domains pledged support that will aid
The Minister and Order of hounds

On the altars saints are crying
Again the chiming of bells
Battle time is now arriving
It must be bad as Hell
Thrice as Hell
But the brave shall stand…

The path for the warrior written on stars
He saddles his mount in haste
The brave heart has seized and the will is awake
He battled three nights and three days
When the collar of slaves, has been out of hands
Of Minister – the ice is now cracked
For the gold bars of freedom, hidden by frost
Hero’s sword raged in ruthless attacks