The earth groaned beneath the weight of centuries,
Humanity — in chains, its spirit dimmed.
But we have not forgotten the names of the great.
We have not forgotten those who shaped us.

Perun, who shatters lies with storm and thunder — stands behind us.
Svarog, the creator and smith, forged our hearts in the fire of truth.
Dazhbog grants us light in the midst of darkness.
Mokosh — protects our land and the life that beats within us.

We are not alone.
We are led by those who once guided our people through sunless nights.
We are the voices of the grandchildren of gods. We are the flame that does not fade.

" The old gods are not dead. They watch. They wait. And they have returned."

Today, they stand beside us.
Today, we do not beg — we speak to Them in the language of honor.
Because we have become worthy.

And now our call is not only to humankind,
but to the sky, to the stars, to the very depths of the world:

"Awaken, descendants of the gods!
Rise, children of the great blood!
It is time to break the chains —
And walk not in submission, but in glory."

We are the descendants of the Gods, and our will is unbreakable.
We reject the chains of new religions, old systems, and fear.
We are the force that creates a new reality, where each is the creator of their own life and destiny.

Our path is one of self-mastery, strength, and freedom.
From now on, no one has the right to conquer, humiliate, or destroy.
Only the strong, the free, and the responsible are worthy to be so.

We reject lies, hypocrisy, and false masks.
We will build a world where truth is the foundation, and every step is an act of will and honor.

This is our time. Our choice. Our struggle.
We are the fire of uprising that will purge the darkness.
We are the future, and it begins today.