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.