From the Pagan Vastlands

From the land which hasn't entered yet into the history

From the depths of swamps we are bringing

Proudly our name

At 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

To the lands of mighty Empire

Others even think about us with fear

We invaded a state with a sword

In our 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 the past

Are torturing our souls

Whispering in the dark

They will come again

To reign supreme

Believe my words

From unrememberence

From Fire and Water

From the sacred woods

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 nienawidz? Chrystusa!

Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidz? boga-krzy?a!