The Sword

Born on the ancient anvil in the fire's roar
Hardened in the savage battles it is strong
Like the diamond that shed light on
Times of might and honour
Glorious bright days of yore

Warlord claimed this ruinous blade as it was foretold
He raised it to the sun and light fell on
The keen edge of the sword covered with ancient runes
With the magic inside
It's blazing with fire
Raising mighty armies
For the fierce and deadly fight.

The icy steel of valiant blade
Is like a lightning in the storm
It's merciless and quick - The Herald of Death!
It led the endless armies through the battlefields of cruel wars
And showed the way to victories - The great victories!

Bridge (in Ukrainan)

Many centuries have passed since that glorious time
Warlord's ancient sword's now buried under one
Of the old Kiev forsaken hills
It will rest in darkness until
Someone who has a pure heart
And the spirit of steel
Claims the noble blade again!

The icy steel of valiant blade
Is like a lightning in the storm
It's merciless and quick - The Herald of Death!
It led the endless armies through the battlefields of cruel wars
And showed the way to victories - The great victories!