Enough blood sank into our ancestors' land

Let's open the graves, let's awake the dragon of storm

Let the hurricane army led by the ravens' king

Take a heavy toll among the mist


Let every man able to carry a sword

Stand at the bottom of a sacred mountain

To descend to the cave saying prayers

In which the source of living water originates


He will fall asleep there,

It will be a dream of the immortal

And he will wake up after nine days

As flaming Obr, horrendous warrior

A defender of the Earth of a horrifying look


Revived in the flaming dragon from Epireum

Who was sleeping at the roots of the tree of life

He will arise next to his brothers

From the depths of the river of fire, flaming water


A burning army


Wskrzeszony w smoku ognistym z epireum,

Który spa³ u korzeni drzewa ¿ycia

Powstanie u boku swych braci

Z g³êbin rzeki ognia wód p³on¹cych


Human eyes couldn't perceive a route of the horrifying army

Since at the time storm clouds grabbed the ravens' king

And strode with him across the country

Promising death in pain and torments to the human race's enemies


And he will set off with his secret army

The people of mists turned into the Flaming Serpent

To turn Nida's water red

From the enemies' blood and the ancient law


A burning army