From the land which hasn't entered yet
into the history
From the depths of swamps we are bringing
Proudly our name
night, kissing the moonlight
-rebel children living in twilight
...some named us so...
union with people
from the sign
Of the half moon
To crush the golden walls of earthly heaven
To strangle the pestilence
Th the lands of mighty
Others even think about us with fear
We invaded a state with a sword
In ours hands Roma means nothing
In the land of
Today forests sing about the legend
Long forgotten spirits
Whose names nobody remembers now
Waiting their day to
Their visions of past
Are torturing our souls
Whispering in the dark
They will come again
Believe my woods
From Fire and Water
Ancient powers gather
From the burnt Arcona
the Pagan Vastlands!
Black horse rides across the sky
With a sword we will open the amber gates of Nawia!
Svantevitha nienawidza Chrystusa!
Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidza boga-kryza!