Bodies Were Falling Dead...

“As the sun rises over 'nd over, Here will be standing our land”, The dying duke said looking forward, “I will be back! By that I stand!” So many years have passed since that day, Our blood's become a dirty brook. We are awaiting incarnation: “The duke … Who’s the duke?” Bodies were falling dead to the ground! We have one Motherland, And we are bound! “I’m dying but I’ll be back!”; The cross was put on the neck. Bodies were falling dead to the ground! Our development Since then is one: “(It's) time of a regent crook; Where are you, our great duke?” Our best people're born in this land, In Mother Russia at all times. They sacrificed, with swords in their hands, The lives … Their lives. Bodies were falling dead to the ground! We have one Motherland, And we are bound! “I’m dying but I’ll be back!”; The cross was put on the neck. Bodies were falling dead to the ground! Our development Since then is one: “Nefarious scum remains; It put our land in chains!” Bodies were falling dead to the ground! We have one Motherland, And we are bound! “I’m dying but I’ll be back! I’m Russian, hands off our flag!” Bodies were falling dead to the ground! Melting down our mindset And pain as one: “(It's) time of a regent crook; Where are you, our great duke?”