Thinking...

I heard a leaves whisper

In the cold autumn fores

When we were standing near

The bonfire and we were

Crossing our swords

Over its flame

I heard a peals of thunder

In the evening twilights

I saw a dying sun

Changing by

Silver moonlight... [repeat]

For Dying!

For Crying!

For Native

Land! For

Profaned Fate!

Damned cross like a black shadow

Has came to my

Land Everybody under this shadow either starts to lie or die...

But better die standing with proudly holding up head

Than live kneeling with the mask of hypocrisy...

I heard peals of thunder

In the evening twilights

Z I saw a dying sun

Changing by the silver moonlight

Wind brought to my earing

Wolf's wailing, lone and yearning

It was early in the morning

When I was sitting by the purling stream

And I was thinking...of my nation

Suddenly I heard the summon "Time, Brothers! It's our time!"

We were straddling our horses

And we were to take

Our swears into

Reality....