Tytuł: From the pagan vastlands

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   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 !!!