Golden fields of ancient times Endless chains of mighty giants Velvet seas now touch the skies Slava's flame shines so bright!
In these vastlands of forgotten worlds I pray to gods to shield my soul!
When all seems to be lost I sense the presence from above
While the night is descending in the forests of old Her flame will shine through the rain and the storm Walk her way while she flies in skies of thunder and gray
Follow the Silver path Drawn by hand from above It will lead you to The lands of frost and gold
Gaze upon the shine That warms this night It will make your way Through these vastlands of grey
Slava carry my song Through the forests of Oak Show me paths I can not see Lead me to victory!