Temple of Pregolya

Prussian chieftains near the mouth of the Pregolya River,

lit a bonfire in honor of Perkunas.

O Perkunas, god of thunder, god of gods,

God of thunder and rain and mountains and oaks and sky.

We are the chiefs of the Sambians, the Natangs, the Barts, the Kurs and the Varmians,

Chieftains of the common people, but we are your slaves, O Perkunas,

We are slaves of Patulas and Patrimpas, they said.

O Perkunas, trouble from the west and south has come upon us,

The Teutonic infidels are coming, forcing us to deny you,

O Perkunas, many leaders have apostatized and renounced their gods,

The crusaders turn and say there is no Perkunas,

nor Patulas nor Patrimpas,

but God alone in heaven with a gray beard,

And there is Christ, the son of God,

Their faith is called Catholic, and they are baptized.

They call us savages, but they seem savages to us too,

O Perkunas, we will not give up our faith,

And no foe shall conquer us,

And if they conquer us,

They'll only accept their faith for the sake of appearances,

O Perkunas, they will not remove you from the pantheon of our gods.

O Perkunas, we are Glanda, Hercus Mantas and Divon,

Glappe, Outtum, Skumand, we have gathered an army and will punish the Teutons in the morning,

that they have decided to cut you out and disown you.

The battle was so bloody that the banks of the Pregolya were covered with blood,

The Teutons were defeated, thousands of them cut down with swords,

Sambians, Nathangs and Warmians.

But the Teutonic onslaught was only the first wave,

Second and third waves of pagans were defeated.

The Teutons conquered Sambia and other tribes,

But even their empire was defeated,

Sambia's shores, fields and thickets are now Russia.