Poltava (English)
Time has worn the soldiers downMarched for many milesIn the eastern lands so cursedTime to make a stand
Tsar has scorched his nation's landNothing to be foundHunger grasp the soliders heart20 000 men strong
Listen, excuse for a kingTrust me, this fight you can't win
PoltavaRode to certain death and painPoltavaSwedish soldiers met their banePoltavaSacrificed their lives in vainPoltava
In the shade of morning mistAdvancing on their foeBullets break the silent airWasted battleplan
Swedish forces stand aloneKing has left commandRule is left to lesser menWaiting for their chance
Listen, obey my commandHear me, or die by my hand
Russian armies blocked their way20 000 lost that dayThey bled the groundPeace they foundThere's no sign of victoryKing Carolus had to fleeAnd leave the landLeave command
Madness, curse your feeble hordeFear me, you'll die by my sword