From the land which hasnt 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 !!!