Barbarous Pomerania

Dying for His Land

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Many times have come years of great sadness
Hordes of ruthless agressors have attack my beautiful country
My fatherland, my mother soil
This magic places, where form ages is my home
Where great forests
Where great meadows and fields
Like my forefathers I move forward without fear
Im my right hand I carry the sword
Behind me throngs of my Slavic brothers
We are going to defend our lands
We will never ever leave our land
Sooner I will die in savage struggle
It's nothing that my blood is seeping in soil
This is sacriface for my Slavic country
It's nothing that I gave my life in battle
Slavia Is and Will be Ours forever
For Ages For Thousnad Years!
Until our Folk will exist.