Nei ieties, nei kardo
Mes nebijome, nebijome, eisime į mū?į

Nei jūsų akmenų, nei skydų
Mes nebijome, nebijome, eisime į mū?į

Nei jūsų sienų, nei griovių
Mes nebijome, nebijome, eisime į mū?į

Ir jūsų ?irgų, anei riterių
Mes nebijome, nebijome, eisime į mū?į

To the land of the marshes
Lay to rest on the darkened night
Volquin their master
To the order of brothers of thy sword
The supreme duke Vykintas Of Samogitian forces
With almighty Mindaugas
Slaying men with spears not with swords

Hear the thunders in the distance
Hear the roaring hordes
For thy battle of the sun
Shall unite us all
Till the end of the moonlight
Till the wounded sun
Till the horns of victory
Shall be heard for one more time

On the land of the marshes
Heavy armored knights
Fear to loosen their horses
They shall die on their final night
Fled into chanted forests
Which of few who could run
Struck by thundering forces Of Samigalians crashing hands

Sound of the horns in the distance
Will praise our ride
Born with the spear in our hands
And fierce in our eyes

All Samogitian forces
Prepared to the fight
Christian blood was spilt
All day and all night

Duke Alminas won that night
Memel castle graved by fight
Defeated rabble escaped that night
At Memelburg Livonians died

Memel castle reigned by blood
There Alminas drew the fight
Where Dange river meets the sea
Kur?ių marios - victory!

Fear all the roaring thunders Perkunas
Call of the warriors to stand and fight
Tears of old Raganos shall bring the flood
Wash away them Christians from Courland

The coming war
The endless fall
Skuodas Battle
Till the ground shall fall under

Invading Courland
To raid and kill
Invading Courland
To fear no saint nor father

Fear all the roaring thunders Perkunas
Call of the warriors to stand and fight
Tears of old Raganos shall bring the flood
Wash away them Christians from Courland

Won by soldiers
One by one they fear
Land of ambers
Slay them with our spears

Ride soldiers
Ride on with no fear
Fall under Under
Under our great spears

Make them wonder
Wonder why they hear
Land of ambers
Land of our kin

Traveling into distanced forests
Hills and roads
Riding mighty Danish horses
Caring swords

Heavy armored knights are coming
Blessed by their pope
Along the help of the Prussian army
Led by Bruchard Along thy shore of Durbe lake

They've met their death
By ?emaitė fateAnd all their songs, songs of hate
They've met their death
In Durbe lake

To thee endless winds on thy shores
That for ages blows through thy crops
Send a message to all thy hordes
To the day their cross shall fall

To the hill by the misty forests
Road became red
By the blood of the Christian forces
End to their raid

Pagan spirits lay them wounded
On Alminas hands
Then we crushed them with thy soldiers
By ?emaitė lance

Tame krėsle
Tame aukso
Ten sėdėjo motinėlėIr sūneliai minavojo

Crusaders from the west
Call of the Teutonic hand
Defending their stand
Grasping the land

Armies shall rise
Near Pokarwis we'll fight
For claim back their right
On Natangians land

Herkus Mantas will unite us
Up rise Notangai

Parted by command
Reyden's mistake
For Herkus seized that chance
To take them by their necks

Forming with might
Waiting to ride
Out to the war
The order shall fall


From Baltic sea
 onto shore

With sword in hand 
came men of war



What have the 
men from sea have done?

To you my
 Innocent garden


Thy roses trampled

Thy lilies scattered all around

Red flowers
 turned into dust



Here i sit and grieve

With golden tears

Whatever
 shall i do from now


Did thy storm winds blow
 and strike thunders

Unleash a foaming
 Flood of fire

Kulma land behold the pagan's hand
Rose against their conquerors and raid
Drove the knights to take as much for defense
Taking captives to Lubawa lands

Swords in hand
Fierce of men together we stand
Deforming knights
Killed their masters took their hearts

Fight or die
Hear thy call the enemy's cry
Pagans ride
To take out Helmrich's and Dietrich's pride

Sambians, Warmians
Bartians, Natangians
Sudovians, Pomesanians
The Prussians, tribes rise pagans

Where the sun sets

Over frozen jūra

Near the village

Named of, named of karuse



Between the island

Muhu to the mainland

Set to conquer

Riding out brothers of the sword



Duke Traidenis marching out on the ice

March to the north guided by Perkunas

Set out their sleighs barricading the post

Striking spears with heathen force



Came out morning

Raised by blood red sunrise

Hold thy glory

Over, over the knights last breath



Armies gather

On the frozen moon sound

Near Saaremaa

Fighting on, on the sea of ice



Vyrus kaip

Vyrus kaip med?ius


I'm the oak tree rising
I'm the cold winds marching
I'm the sword I am the shield

Reaching to Karnavė
Livonians gathered army
Leaving fire and death behind them

Ir ker?tu darysiu

Approaching to Aizkraukle
Followed by Traidenis army
Rassburg sends half of his warriors

The silent horn and thunder
The time for the striking hour
All the order falling under

Hail for the warriors that arose
Hail for the spirits heaven burns
Hail for the gods and hail for those
That long time is lost

We hail for the skies that lay above
Hail for the heathen horses rode
Hail for the blessing Perkunas
That will call our hearts

Who vails to wind and spear