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for all the chechnian heroes, my fathers and brothers.
Born in war, no mercy
Fight and die for the glory
We sacrifice
For the precious we die
Soul, of flaming spirit
Am a chechnian, a warrior
Never mistake being my enemy

For glory
We die laughing
Cowardness of the enemy lights the candle of our madness
For freedom
We sacrifice the soul
Darkness the name
War, our game

Into your deadly fight
We strike like thunder
Born in the burning sky

Warriors of the dark
Thy fear has died
Merciless war, strike

Dust to dust, we shall be
Heart of frost, soul of fire
Thunder strike
Darkened warriors

Taste our scythe of death
As fear grows unlimited scare
Eternized through the coming ages
Lead us through thee
We shall die so your desires shall be

In your heavens they grew
Fought and died
Blessed young shall rise
Glory and freedom
As every enemy shall die

From cradle to death
Towards with the honor
We die as heroes
The will we live for
Skulls of thy filled with wine
Blood of thy covers my sword
Rising flag above every peak
Chechnya, the highest honor
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