Chant of the Eastern Lands

In the forest of the Eternal dreaming Old oak lighted up by the fullmoon's light The coldness of dungeon torches the inside of wooden maze From the womb of the mother-wolf I was born The witches foretold the coming of tragedy They awakened fright in the hearts of my enemies In the midnight wilderness I took a pledge Quickly I fell in love with the taste of steel For ages waiting for its donudation The final triumph The pure barbarity I howl to the moon to support my battle The moon, symbol of purity, the essence of beauty I damn the sun, rising again and again In brightness of bloody light, steel holocaust I received hails from the northern side Of snowcovered Carpathians The light breath of nightbreeze, as a sign I summon the iron powers, cavalry of my brothers From the land of armageddish fields I am bard of the eastern lands... I lead my brothers for death struggle In glory of victory my armies rise Barbarians tribes with fury of desecration With axes reach the sky, hiding usurpator in their wings Call the clouds, desecrating all the holiness Hurt bodies on the snow, Pandaemonium burns This battle is a rebellion, rebirth of old traditions Mythical hell is the paradise to the true warriors There they attain eternity and sit high on the thrones Pagan nations became united Mighty bards received their long awaited silence Slavs returned to their villages and woods Pagan frights of heavenly hell dispelled ...I opened the door to the higher than stars knowledge And took a long walk through the unknown dimensions As the sign of the fullmoon, in damnations I shall rise