Poltava

A king was born in times of war

Strong like the lion heart

He marched for glory

Searching for victory

Conquering the world

Through snow, wind, fire and rain

The army marches on

The Winds of war

Is calling our destiny

Screaming out in vain:

"Blood of our fathers

Our sons and Brothers"

In 1709, the march was over

In Poltava

The lions from north met their destiny

May their name not be forgotten

Let the stories live in our memory

Hail the brave and the fallen ones

Hail Carolus Rex

Sky turns to black

The battle lines are drawn

Under our flag

Together we stand

United we fall