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Drive, drive, horseman, won.

On the sea, slip, slide the horseman, not sparing the spurs, without changing stirrup

On another continent, in the New World, in a new circle.

For the seas and beyond the mountains, everyone is heard the knock of the hooves of your horse,

The roar in the sky.

Drive, drive, eight legs in the wind do not touch the ground.

Drive, wind in the mane, drive, rider away.

Before the last lantern goes out,

Drive, as they drove only the row.

Glory, horseman, glory, great king,

Drive, like an arrow, your horse flies.

Into the distance for the mountains.

Drive, drive, Ragnarek is not far from those mountains where you are in a hurry,

Fly, horse, fly on the wings of rock, everyone has long known where you are flying.

In Midgard, scalds compose legends in many thousands of years to come,

How the battle will end, and whose turn will be, fly faster,

Like the wind.

Norns read newspapers with the last weather convention on the next day ahead,

Tsvergs boil iron, otones go around the borders.

Flocks, black flocks of birds shout, bypassing the battlefield.

NIC, fall in front of the rider in a blue cloak,

Flying in the sky.

Drive, drive, horseman.

In the mountains, along the seas, now here, tomorrow there,

By the hour of past times.

Drive to the battle of the battle, fly like an arrow, fly, after you prayers of different peoples of nine worlds, fly, ruler of the gods, fly, fly

Lightning in the sky.