Оригинален текст
The bright of the night iluminates my armour
My eyes stare and reward it's brightness
The blood of today still darkens my sword
I still hear the echoes through the mountains
Many fell, proved their value
Fighting bravely until the last moment
We honour these pagan souls
Daring men who died for freedom
Now I celebrate with the surviving braves our victory
Soon weґll be like many of these stars
Memories of ancient warriors that
Although they do not live anymore
Still move us the fact of having once lived