Poppyflowers Are Blossoming (Part II) (Kampf Version 2008)

…At last in life the hordeman measured
By head the steppe above the river
The horses nearer, faces are vile
And sabers crossed, sabers clashed
The sparkles got entangled with blood
Again, with scream manhunter pierced
The Pridneprovie, in death fear
But steel raged and raged again
Sibilant blood hissed and froth hissed
The Cossack covered the valley
With foes corpses by all his might
By skill of Sich and war campaign
On glorious Don brothers taught him fight
Yet Cossack kills hordemen in riverford
Fear starts to embrace hordemen
“This is shaitan!
Not a Cossack!”
But Cossack grins in long mustache
“I'm not at first kicks ass of shaitans!
Now you'll realize who's the Cossack
That known among the folk as Mak”
And again, the steel in close combat
Clashing above the raging water
The river floods subhumans dead
No strength, no power can't broke Cossack
But behold the black betrayal coming
Dreg, rabble sneaked up from behind.

He's assassin with reptile soul
He's all for sale, just give a coin
On quite the traitor raised his weapon
Gunshot pealed wide above the river
And Cossack fell on horse's back
“It's end of Cossack! Mak is dead!”
The hordemen rushed straight to him
But Cossack severely looked at them
“No, cutthroats, I am not dead
For I shall bloom among my folk!”
Cutthroats raising up their weapons
“The blossom of your life had left you!
Now, Cossack, how we shall do
To poppy seeds by sabers cut you!..”
The hordemen shredded, cut the warrior
His white body fell onto the ground
And like a seeds it had grew up
At summer it blossomed with poppy red
The hordemen and a jewlike traitor
Are long forgotten by my land's folk
For morbid harvest of their traice
Was overgrown by wild dead weeds
And poppyflowers are still blossoming
For ages they bloom in wide expanse
In plait of girl and in the vast field!
And poppyflowers are blossoming!