В Цепях Древней Тайны [V Tsepiakh Drevney Tainy] [English translation]

Goy you, Yaro, Yaro-The Sun!

Let my song be heard

Light up the graves of the sleeping brothers

Those whom Mother Earth couldn't hold

I'll touch the sacred mounds by my palm

Telling the Word in the Holy Land:

"Sleep well you, who fell asleep early

We will win in that Holy War!"

Stop! Wake up

The forgotten faith!

Rise up with your voice

With a hope for heavens

You can see the war's face

But you don't know the truth

The sons of light

Die in the Moons flare again

Like a fast arrow will dash away into the distance

The things, that we've forgotten

Againg not allowing the faith

To die in the embraces of the shadow

And they will rise again,

The warriors of Perun

They will shed the blood of enemies

In the cold chains of war

What do the forgotten stones know?

What secret is inside them and what is allien to alive ones?

Wandering again in the chains of the ancient secret,

Speaking to them with your thought

Maybe the grey tree will speak

By the voice of Stribog will sing a song to me

About the native, about something that will come back very soon

And will never leave me again

Goy! Rise up

The Svarog's Banner

Resurrect with the song

And stay with us!

We look on the war's face

We hear the voice of battle

The sons of the Dazhdbog

Turning back again under the moonlight

Oh, Rod! You are unseen to us, but you're giving light

In Real we are alien, look!

And we are powerless in front of the mighty enemy

Let our tired voice rise up

And the oblations to you via the fire

On the way of the Truth, through the ages, the dark ones

We'll hail a sorrow of the past

And we'll tell to Rod

That the alien one came to the native one

Taken away the freedom of the people

• Artist:Arkona
• Album:Goi, Rode, Goi!