The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding   The wood is scarlet and splashes sparkles high   The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves   Imbued with the black smoke of death.   Human beings, animals and birds are leaving   The road of black storm-cloud, Christians.   The gods are angry with uninvited guests   Who brought lie with the cross to the proud nation.      The calm is cut with bloody sword   The country is burning   What did their god bring suffer to our lands for?   What did so many souls die for?   The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground   And washing off the gore from the faces      The sword is lighter with truth   The spirit is stronger with faith   Our hands possess the power   Our hearts have got the flame   The defeat is greater than death   Child’s tears hurt more than wounds   The spirit is stronger with faith   Our hearts have got the flame      Iron peal of wrath   Deafens the cry of rain   The night is not as black as the sky   The horses are faster than the arrows   The anger is stronger than the swords   The battle devours people   Like a swarm of bees      The heart is breathing in the heart of the forest   The soul of the great Prussian land is alive   Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way   It’s burning and warming the souls of proud people   Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring,   And no storm can ruin it.   Perkuno’s flame is burning lighting the way.      Thunder proclaims the terrible might   The horses are moving back, the hands cannot hold the arms   The Christ’s army feared the courage of defenders   The brave warriors will never kneel.