From the Pagan vastlands

From the land which hasn't enter 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 the mighty Empire
Others even think about with fear
We invaded a state with 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 here again
To reign supreme
Believe my words
From unremembrance
From fire and water
From the sacred woods
Ancient wolves gather
From the burnt Arkona
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-krzyza

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 the mighty Empire
Others even think about with fear
We invaded a state with sword
In our hands
Roma means nothing
In the land of Slavs