From the clatter of hooves of our battle horses
Trembles and shakes all our Earth,
And thousands of arrows, which covered
the sun
For enemies carry death.
And being ready to conquire or die in the fight
We're gonna seize all world
Brave and
ruthless, proud and wild,
Barbaric hordes from North.
Our swords are sharpened
Our spears are strong
And nothings gonna save
the enemies
We're gonna make the greatest feast
On their broken bones
And drink their blood as wine.
Wild march has begun and
quite soon
We'll bring to the knees all that world
Great and evil, true and strong
Barbaric hordes from North.