I’m the oak tree rising
I’m the cold winds marching
I’m the sword I am the shield
Reaching to Karnavė
Livonians gathered army
Leaving fire and death behind them
Ir kerštu darysiu
Approaching to Aizkraukle
Followed by Traidenis army
Rassburg sends half of his warriors
The silent horn and thunder
The time for the striking hour
All the order falling under
Hail for the warriors that arose
Hail for the spirits heaven burns
Hail for the gods and hail for those
That long time is lost
-Again and-
We hail for the skies that lay above
Hail for the heathen horses rode
Hail for the blessing Perkunas
That will call our hearts
Who vails to wind and spear