Spellcraft and Heathendom

I've met in surrounding me nature Spirits and deities wielding the element, In a field, in a forest, in rocks and caves And I won their goodwill with sacrifices. Horses carried me to the skies, White, beautiful steeds... Beloved. I was attacking brushwood violently I touched motherland... Percus! Magic cirkles and black stones Percus! Forest spells and damned souls Percus! I find worship in you PERCUS!!! They will return, dance like fire, as before They will return, to the trees, To the forest of mine... To the kingdom! The thunderer demons Guards the sacred spot During those cold nights They found peace and consolation. I rediscover the power and charm To defeat like a sorcerer, Like thousands years ago, Oaken castles from millenium before, They will rise once again... As a sign... Percus!