Текст песни Pagan Reign - Небесные стражи

Where the proud banners of the mighty Ros
 And the falcon soars above them in the sky,
 There is a herculean tread of the army,
 What will the word is not in charge fear

 For the land of their ancestors and to give his life,
 It goes through the limits of his native
 A myriad army of true Perun
 Sons that will abide forever alive

 During the years of desperate wars have failed
 The enemies to crush the power of Slavic strongholds,
 For life and freedom of the swords flew up
 And the terrible threat of scattered smoke

 Billowing menacing new rati
 And black birds fly above the earth,
 Over Rus anxious and rushes to victory
 Through time and the flames of the soldiers system

 And there is no dead who have fallen - resurrected
 And the youngest, and the one who advanced in years,
 Together, marching on the road of eternal
 In the ancient home of the ancestral Gods

 Go one, heavenly guards
 Ready to fight for the truth always,
 While they are with us - Slavs quietly
 And we do not break anyone ever!