Enough blood sank into our ancestors' land  Let's open the graves, let's awake the dragon of storm  Let the hurricane army led by the ravens' king  Take a heavy toll among the mist    Let every man able to carry a sword  Stand at the bottom of a sacred mountain  To descend to the cave saying prayers  In which the source of living water originates    He will fall asleep there,   It will be a dream of the immortal  And he will wake up after nine days  As flaming Obr, horrendous warrior  A defender of the Earth of a horrifying look    Revived in the flaming dragon from Epireum  Who was sleeping at the roots of the tree of life  He will arise next to his brothers  From the depths of the river of fire, flaming water    A burning army    Wskrzeszony w smoku ognistym z epireum,   Który spa³ u korzeni drzewa ¿ycia  Powstanie u boku swych braci  Z g³êbin rzeki ognia wód p³on¹cych    Human eyes couldn't perceive a route of the horrifying army  Since at the time storm clouds grabbed the ravens' king  And strode with him across the country  Promising death in pain and torments to the human race's enemies    And he will set off with his secret army  The people of mists turned into the Flaming Serpent  To turn Nida's water red  From the enemies' blood and the ancient law    A burning army