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Once in Ukraine the cannons where roaring |
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True heroes knew how to rule |
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With swords they conquered freedom and glory |
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The glory washed in the rivers of the blood |
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Once in Khortitza they were building stronghold Sich |
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Defended our land and gave their lives for it |
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Upon the Aryan honor and enemies' bones |
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We shall lead the true way to the glorious iriy Valhalla |
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Pure heart filled with Aryan blood |
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Let it beat and let heroic archetypes arise |
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The spirit yearning to battle |
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Forever be with you |
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In your purest blood |
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It's in your family |
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It's in your fatherland |
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It's still alive |
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And shall shine again in the native Ukraine |
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Raise your swords the way up high to hail the sun |
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It's death or victory |
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These are two ways that lie before our choice |
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White race would be the highest goal |
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The warriors of Galychina |
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Is an avaging blade in strong Slavonic hands |
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You were stoped one step before the victory |
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Now it's our turn to realize your dreams |
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Betrayal stood upon your way |
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Red butchers destroyed our land |
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And now Jewisk pest dominates |
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Brother hold your weapons firm |