Who remembers now the past greatness When emptiness blows from everywhere? Who's to hear about that famous strength And the magnitude of ancient shrines? In the echo of Baltic waves Fame of Arkona still lives For centuries it stood like a rigid stone Enshrouded by oppression of the plague The last bastion and shield of defence Proud with the name of Svantevit! Now, when wind sings its song From beneath the gates of burning wall (The) legend carries (the) sign of renewal Of cults and beliefs long time gone How great is memory in us... Fame of Arkona still lasts!