As I leave the ground behind, Heading to the sky, I look down at what remained Of rich and mighty land. As they took away our gods, Blaming all their names, Burying ancient legacy, Till the end of time... Till the end of time...
Pushing idol from the coasts As it drifts down to the sea, Irrigating fields by blood In the name of trinity. Preaching brand new holy truth, Knee-deep'n seven deadly sins, Sinking motherland in tears Of the chosen ones... Desecrated ones...
Why, you mighty Makosh, Made our faith'd die? Why, you made me carry Gift of prophecy? I should swallow sorrows but Cannot change a thing. All the suffers I see just Pass under my wing...
See my nation to arise, Gathering the hordes Pain in hearts and wrath in eyes We saddle our horses. Hey, Perun! The time has come, Fathers bless our swords, Under sign of our pride Help us win the war... Sacred pagan war...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
