Golden fields of ancient times

Endless chains of mighty giants

Velvet seas now touch the skies

Slava's flame shines so bright!

In these vastlands of forgotten worlds

I pray to gods to shield my soul!

When all seems to be lost

I sense the presence from above

While the night is descending in the forests of old

Her flame will shine through the rain and the storm

Walk her way while she flies in skies of thunder and gray

Follow the Silver path

Drawn by hand from above

It will lead you to

The lands of frost and gold

Gaze upon the shine

That warms this night

It will make your way

Through these vastlands of grey

Slava carry my song

Through the forests of Oak

Show me paths I can not see

Lead me to victory!