Synovia Slávy

Krvave slnko sa skrylo za hory
A matku zem zahalil cierny zavoj noci
V dialke je vidiet silnu ziaru
To kostol objali jazyky plamena
Nech zhory pokrytectvo a loz
Nech nase mece pomstia bolest nasich predkov
V nasich srdciach zavladla nenavist
Znicime krestanstvo uderom bleskov.

Slovanska hrdost a sila
Pravda nam oci otvorila
Nedame im nasu podu
Spoznaju nas hnev a zlobu
Nezlomnost slovanskej rasy
Vratime spat stare casy
Temny les smrtou dycha
Nasa pomsta, nasa pycha.

Letia orly, letia hore
Ponad les a sire pole
Letia ponad ostre skaly
Nesu zvest o synoch slavy.

[Translation: The Sons Of Glory]

The bloody sun has hidden beyond the mountains
And mother earth was veiled by the black cloak of the night
In the distance a strong blaze is to be seen
A church was embraced by the tongues of the flame
Let the hypocrisy and lies burn
Let our swords revenge the pain of our ancestors
In our hearts hate beggan to rule
We destroy christianity by a lightning strike.

Slavonic pride and power
The truth has opened our eyes
We won't give them our soul
They know our anger and fury
The firmness of the slavonic race
We will bring back ancient times
The dark forest breaths with death
Our revenge, our pride.

Flying eagles, flying high
Over the forest and the wide field
They fly over sharp rocks
They bring the news of the sons of glory.