— “I remember my youth,
And that days, that are similar with thick forest,
When my father’s axe would often save me
From life’s difficulties many times.

Now few of us have survived-
Friends lie into raw ground,
But we, who didn’t break
Will do the honour for our relatives!“

The veins were pounding and bursting like a hammer,
During the sword’s breaking,
The spirit is not under the fortune’s changes’ influence-
The courage will always protect a heart from wounds.

The Gods’ power was given to the Clan from heavens
Fires in everyone from within,
The striving is full of a will in the battle:
Win or die!

The Iriy’s light is bearing generation’s might,
The blade’s metal is crumbling,
There is the northern night’s cold in bright eyes,
The shield is getting the stroke.

The chief is on the black horseback,
He is directing his bodyguard
By the hand’s hard moving to the immortality-
To heaven’s river’s water.

The blood is shedding into raw ground,
Don’t do any step back to the past!
The raven is glancing long and intently
At the Perun’s army.

A pride, that is higher than silver pines,
Gives a boldness in a battle,
Hero’s power is not in sharp hatchets-
But is in their truth’s belief.

-“And even enemy is stronger than we,
Not in a spirit, but in an amount,
The tale about our steel’s breaking battle
Will be composed by people, who will survive…»