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!