From bitter smoke,from leaden dreams,
A storm rises in spiked boots.
His soul is forged by the hammer's heat,
His only law is truth in his fists.
He bears no crosses,carries no flags,
Just a siren's roar in his blood and steel in his bones.
The ground smolders whereSlavyan has marched,
And shadows cowardly crawl into the dust.
He will shatter the throne of the lying tsar!
Storming the enemy camp,he is retribution!
They call him– the Valkyries sing for him!
HIS STRIKE IS…
DACIK-TON!DACIK-TON! DACIK-TON!
The concrete cracks beneath his step!
DACIK-TON!DACIK-TON! DACIK-TON!
The foes all flee,to save themselves in thorns and shade!
In the ring– a god, in formation – a steel blade,
One for all,for brothers, for the homeland.
He traded his heavenly fire
For coarse laughter and righteousness in battle.
He sought no glory,no rewards,
But his honor is a pennant in the wind.
And the howl ofNazis and enemies is heard,
When he broke into the enemy's den!
A feast awaits him!The Valkyrie's cry takes flight!
His fist is the final verdict for the foe!
Storming the enemy camp,he draws a line – not a comma!
HIS STRIKE IS…
DACIK-TON!DACIK-TON! DACIK-TON!
The concrete cracks beneath his step!
DACIK-TON!DACIK-TON! DACIK-TON!
The foes all flee,to save themselves in thorns and shade!
And let the dogs howl…let them hiss in the bushes…
Their lies crumble to dust.
Through smoke and blood,a hymn of praise thunders for him,
And Valkyrie blades bow over him like a canopy.
RUN…HIDE… IN THE BUSHES…
YOUR END HAS COME!THE RED TARZAN IS HERE!
DACIK-TON!DACIK-TON! DACIK-TON!
His road to Valhalla is paved with fire!
DACIK-TON!DACIK-TON! DACIK-TON!
Valkyrie wings soar over his sacred banner!
DACIK-TON!DACIK-TON! DACIK-TON!
