To the final drop of blood we will defend our mother
For it was they who first swarmed our wheat fields
With such violence the farmers and workers fled
From aloft we held up the enemy advance
Joining there with all of our brothers
The enemy hands of war was to have a yield
Yes, the children of our homeland bled
This was a combat joust with horse and lance
We hovered above the field of conflict
Our role was not as attackers, but defenders
We have sacrificed our lives, as an act of contrition
We have always bled for her, we love our mother country
And the bearers of the black cross were rapists
Enemies had taken hold, and had to be evicted
They did not know fear, these the apex predator
They'd not leave our homeland of their own volition
They were the stalking beasts, and were hungry
Our fate was not to be filled by the fascists
They wrapped themselves in armor
They called their tanks by names of hunting cats
Tigers, Panthers, and more, however striking
We were aware only of the danger, and they had to die
They preferred to fight at a distance, as archers
In war no one is allowed to choose their combat
They might be Germans, but we are of the blood of Vikings
And of the blood of the horse archer, the Mongols of Subutai
We are the children of The Rus
Across the earth these ancestors roamed
This war will end some day
And we will have liberated our homes
