From the land which hasn't entered yet into the history
From the depths of swamps we are bringing
Proudly our name
As night kissing the moonlight rebel children living in twilight
Like wolves 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
Empire Others even think about us with fear
We invaded a state with a sword
In ours hands
Roma means nothing
In the land of
Slavs Today forests sing about the legend
Long forgotten spirits
Whose names nobody remembers now
Waiting their day to reborn
Their visions of past
Are torturing our souls
Whispering in the dark
They will come again
To reign supreme
Believe my woods
From unrememberance
From fire and
Water Ancient powers gather
From the burnt
Arcona
From the Pagan
Vastlands
Black horse rides across the sky
With a sword we will open the amber gates of
Nawia Dzieci
Svantevitha nienawidza
Chrystusa
Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidza boga kryza
