In ancient times, when the lord of thunder fell in love With a brave king's daughter of untold beauty and splendour… with the force of a white beast thy lord imposed supremacy takin with force and might the price of honour and victory. Her shining big eyes have seen the roots of our people's pride and gave the name to our glorious pagan land! She was the spark of war, and so many fallen heroes blood made the rivers of Ancient Europe. They died for her beauty, they died for honour, they died for Europe, forefathers we call them From the ancient Mediterranean sea To the northern coasts of Teutonic fields From the Celtiberian lands To the transilvanian mountains, an unique call is heard, Europe! Our mother! Through the darkest forests, to the mighty peaks, hear the coldest winds singin' pagan calls… From the roman ruins, to the viking ships, ancestors, mighty warriors, enlighted by sunwheel! Ride with Odin, to Valhall mighty Perun, thunder roars Svyatogor, ruler of mountains Hades, enslave the christian souls Gods of thunder, gods of war Many names but same force Goddesses of nature, of beauty and wild The mirror of our splendid womensTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
