Dotyk Ohňa

Sklonte hlavy ludske tvory smrtelne
Pred ziarou rannej zory, ktorou plamene
Horia svatym ohnom nad vychode krajom
Kolesom svaroga na veky vekov
Slava bohom!

Dotyk ohna, vola bohov, zbori svet a spali v prach
Bo oni drzia v rukach osud, vietor, hromy, bleskov ziar.

Vam co ste padli v boji, vo velkom tryzneni
Kracali bok po boku v bojovom besneni
Patri vecna slava dazbogovho rodu
Patri vecny zivot v perunovom vojsku
Slava bohom!

Pribehy slavy su uz len tienom
Prastary odkaz, slabnucim plamenom
Malo nas, malo, dazbogovych vnukov
Co dotyk ohna vyviedol z radov
Slepych!

Dotyk ohna, vola bohov, zbori svet a spali v prach
Bo oni drzia v rukach osud, vietor, hromy, bleskov ziar.

[Translation: Touch Of The Fire]

Submit your heads,mortal human beings
Front of the blaze of morning zora
Flames are burnin in holy fire,up above eastern regions
By svarog's wheel forever and ever
Glory gods!

The touch of the fire and the will of lords can raze the world and burn to dust
As they hold fate,wind,thunders and lighting in their hands.

You,who were killed in war,in heavy rughing
And walked side by side i martial rage
Eternal fame of dazbog's tribe belongs to you
And never ending life in perun's army
Glory gods!

Tales of glory are just an umbrage
Archaic legacy,failing torch
There are only a few of us,dazbog's children
That were led out from blind men's row.

The touch of the fire and the will of lords can raze the world and burn to dust
As they hold fate,wind,thunders and lighting in their hands.