Ride to Tannenberg (Folkodia)

Vast and endless is the sky Wherein Perkunas, the father-god, Immortal doth reign as long as The music of thunder holds sway... Mindaugas was crowned a king 'Neath this vast and endless sky In 1252, to lead the pagan hordes Answering the call of the war-god! There the flags of our swarm Was billowing in the wind And the swords of warriors shone As mighty men made ready to fight From the Baltic to the Black Sea In Tannenberg Vytautas won the day Against the splendid Teutonic host: The blood of, knights fed the thirsty soil! And from on high Perkunas smiled... Now only ghosts can tell the tale Of that beautiful, glorious day - When the Order was beaten back And Traku Pilis founded in gore... There the flags of our swarm Was billowing in the wind And the swords of warriors shone As mighty men made ready to fight From the Baltic to the Black Sea I was there, I can dearly recall The shining swords clashing in the fray, The hail of arrows whistling overhead - The Teuton shields and armor plates... i was there, I can clearly recall The spear that run me through - I was there, I can dearly recall Perkunas arms welcoming me..