The Field of the Dead Lyrics

We shall go across the snowbound field
We shall go above the field of death
We shall search for the valiant warriors there
Those who died for you, those who died for us

One lies lifeless, where sabres mangled him
Here lies one impaled with an arrow shaft
From their wounds hot red blood like the rain was shed
On our native soil, on the ancient fields

He who fell for homeland in noble death
Shall be blest by friends stood still side by side
And to him, brave man, who remained alive
We shall be the faithful friends, brothers in arms

We shall not assess the rich armor
Golden charm in battle does not mean anything
We shall eulogize the valiant men
Hark, ye warriors brave, lionhearted men