

Born in the wild steppe.
Forged in steel and wind.
We are the Cossacks.
No chains can hold us,
no empire can break.
We ride with the storm,
leaving dust in our wake.
Kharakternyk magic, fire in the veins.
Dancing with sabers, breaking the chains!
Wild steppe warriors! Hear the battle cry!
We conquer the shadows,
we own the sky!