Poltava

Time has worn the soldiers down

Marched for many miles

In the eastern lands so cursed

Time to make a stand



Tsar has scorched his nation's land

Nothing to be found

Hunger grasp the soliders heart

20 000 men strong



Listen, excuse for a king

Trust me, this fight you can't win



Poltava

Rode to certain death and pain

Poltava

Swedish soldiers met their bane

Poltava

Sacrificed their lives in vain

Poltava



In the shade of morning mist

Advancing on their foe



Bullets break the silent air

Wasted battleplan



Swedish forces stand alone

Rule is left to lesser men

Waiting for their chance



Hear me, or die by my hand



Russian armies blocked their way

20 000 lost that day

They bled the ground

Peace they found

There's no sign of victory

King Carolus had to flee

And leave the land



Madness, curse your feeble horde

Fear me, you'll die by my sword