Ices, Blood… Coldness, Blood… No strength left, Fear in veins.
Soar, my Dream, like the Wind Breathe, Dream of Fatherland, Dream of my home.
Among the ruins Hope is dying… And stopped dead is my heart.
March forwards, Creep forwards, Abyss is behind, My family left behind.
Hold the Fire, Surmount the Fire, Pay with Blood for Tears And Tears be the price of Blood.
Soar, my Dream, like the raw dust, Dream of Homeland, Dream of my Mother.
I see in my Dreams not Mountains and Rivers, Neither Forests of my own, nor the cold lakes - But only the enemies eyes is what I see, They stare at me through utter Gloom.