A peaceful grove, 

in treetops above the whisper of the wind 

It echoes over fields, over endless wilderness 

You close your eyes and there you are 

among your ancestors 

They greet you, 

welcomed to enter the war 

for freedom of their heirs 



Over the vasted fields, bearing the strongest shields 

Our fathers rode 

Through the thickest brakes, 

armed with the sharpest stakes 

To none they bowed 



The Northern blow cuts through your skin 

As swells beat your vessel 

The open sea surrounding seems dark and cold 

You wonder why men around 

you sit quiet for themselves 

Staring into the darkness... 



They know what awaits them there 

It is victory, or death 



The calm Baltic Sea 

reflects the first morning sunbeams 

A rosy-fingered dawn over the seas, 

an illusion of peace 

Straight ahead a palisade steep 

The time has come, "Hit the beach!" 



Over the vasted fields, bearing the strongest shields 

Our fathers rode 

Through the thickest brakes, 

armed with the sharpest stakes 

To none they bowed 



A peaceful grove, 

in treetops above the whisper of the wind 

It echoes over fields, over endless wilderness 

You close your eyes and there you are 

among your ancestors 

They greet you welcome to enter the war 

for the freedom of their heirs 



At last, the moment you've been waiting for 

Now it's time to fight or fall 

The enemy line getting closer and closer 

You distinguish his eye-whites 

And pull your sword..."Strike!" 



You see your blade cut off his head 

Another father ends up dead 

No time to think who will miss him at nights 

Another slash and someone's husband dies 



See the fear in their eyes 

"Their lines are scattered, hunt them down!" 

None were left alive to tell their wives