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 nations land
Nothing to be found
Hunger grasp the soldiers heart
20 000 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 shape of morning mist
Advancing on their foe
Bullets break the silent air
Wasted battleplan
Swedish forces stand alone
King has left command
Rule is left to lesser man
Waiting for their chance
Listen obey my command
Hear me or die by my hand
Poltava
Rode to certain death and pain
Poltava
Swedish soldiers met their bane
Poltava
Sacrificed their lives in vain
Poltava
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
Leave command
Madness curse your feeble horde
Fear me you'll die by my sword
Poltava
Rode to certain death and pain
Poltava
Swedish soldiers met their bane
Poltava
Sacrificed their lives in vain
Poltava
