He relived the glorious armed clashes
Wound was still bleeding down to the arm
Slowly his sword went out of the sheath
A strong hiss cut the dirty hair
Shoothin' to death the enemy
But his sword never hurt us
A voice in the fog and a whistle of wind
A wild and incessant cry heard...

The man of sorrows burning his life, rebuilt your faith!

The cry called the fight
Duel began without truce
At the same time a ray of redhead light
Hit his old and proud sword
Slowly his sword went out of the sheath
A strong hiss cut the dirty hair
The fury of the bothered demon
Exploded in a cry - kurkay!

The demons crossed by the red blade
Shuttered and so the fog issued from them
You will have the power fighting alone
Challenging the demons face to face
And the army without you is like a flock
The baton and the carrots are their creed
But never the less everyone is proud
Waiting for a cry or a call...

The man of sorrows burning his life, rebuilt your faith!