Barbarous Pomerania

Guards Of The Slavonic Tradition

Among boundless fields were born cereal
On rivers, lakes and Baltic Sea
In cities, countries on mountains and valleys
In Slavonic nation hidden
Those were in minds and hearts spark of Culture
Born in mission to keep Idea
Like flames of fire and splash of water
Mighty of (in) faith, like steel of feeling
With vision of survive Slavonic world
Armoured and armed in ancient knowledge
Conscious in fact of war of identities
Chosen for defend own native bastions
To destroy lies of postmodernist world
To crush and suppress without any mercy
Don?t let the jewish christians to smash
Our Slavonic civilisation
That why Guards of noble tradition
Promise on own blood in face of Gods and spirits of ancestors
Always defend Slavonic matter