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Russian lands seep in the darkness
Drops of dawn lie on the cold grass
Pleasant silence of the old wood
Our master keeps all the good

Only Yarilo donates the dawn
There's nothing better than our sun
It gives life to the whole forest
We should keep the beauty for us

Russia will resist all disasters,
As predicted our ancestors
So we'll bow to you again
To the beauty that you gain

Morning sun is rising high
Making happy everyone
Slavs are making sacrifice
To the deity of sun

We love the wood, we love the light
Great Russia's taken our hearts
And the power of its dawn
Will make the Russian people strong

And they crucified god, did ever they know
That he redeemed all their deadly sins
Where're now the judges of heaven? Oh no!
You are doomed and derided by the kings

You could survive, but you chose your fate
Why? Let this world deteriorate!
But now you'll try sinner's torments
A smiling butcher'll nail your hands

You spit the blood. The rusted nails
Pierce through your flesh and tear your veins
The executioner smirks and grins
His cassock rustles on the wind

Upon the cross you found your throne
The king of kings with crown of thorns
Black blood oozes out from stigmata
There's no repent... you are a martyr

They want to see bloody death of the holy god
Not knowing what's waiting beyond the threshold
Start with your sermon. There some words to tell.
Or your faithful nation will descend to hell

You have faced the death in the name of mankind
But who really cares why did you choose to die?
Who will be next? Will the second arrive?
Born to be crucified on the road called life

Black raven hovers in the skies
Uneasy feeling in our minds
Here come the words of Christian lies
Adversity that never dies

Ancient gods are on our side
We must defend them all
To keep the power of freedom inside
Ancient Warriors. So we are called

Fight for our land until you die
For the faith of our ancient gods
We don't need their alien rites
Don't fear and raise your swords!

The earth is scorched of burning flames
Our foe never succeeds
The Russian sword will crush your brain,
The Lie Of Thousand Years

A heard a lot of elders' stories
'bout punishment of Russian gods
An ancient hermit's glorious legend of
The god of thunder and his force

The rain of flames and hail of flashes
Shall burn the foe into the ashes
I'll die to see in the light of the moon
The glorious omen of Perun

Almighty God, the lord of thunder
Give me your sign!
The rain and clouds in your command and...
You are the mighty one!

The golden sun was rising higher
An evil foe trespassed our land
But Perun opened his eyes of fire
And gave us sign with mighty hand

Thunder roars and lightning flashes
Here comes at last the Perun's anger
Incinerates the foes to ashes
Fiery sickle of burning amber

Please, accept our sacrifices
Thundercaster, Lord Perun
We praise your eternal glory
You will rule the heavens soon
You are bashing foes apart
With the burning hand
Your flame burns in our hearts
Russia's in your command

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Oh, rusted forsaken old warrior's sword
How much have you seen in your life
Beheaded foes and the armors of gold
The anguish... and years passing by

Whose keen hands have been holding your hilt?
Whose blood has been washing your steel?
How many warriors you have ever killed?
No answer to secrets you bear.

You're forged to serve as a finger of gods
In strong and agile Slavic hands
Defend Russian land, our towns and woods
And bring our foes to their graves

The powerful smith, the envoy of Volhv
Has taken the moonsteel to forge you
He carved upon you some mystical signs
In order to thwart plans of foes

The thunder and storm strike the enemy's lines
Despite of their pathetic pleas
So that you could burn out with fire the eyes
Of the prophets of monotheism

The warrior's sword - power of Slavic gods
The warrior's sword will kill their Lord
The warrior's sword glory of our kind
The war... a difficult way of life

We cry out for the victory
While blood streams on the slashing steel
Disintegrating enemies
No way for their inhuman zeal

You know, what you are going to face
Last sons of the Crucified
Converting our consciousness
To serve your Christian might

So let it be, the holy flame
That burns in our hearts
As our lords we shall proclaim
The nature's pagan gods

The fallen warrior, do believe!
Magura comes from darkness
Kissing your mouth with lips of grief
To get you from this madness

You feel the ancient spirit as
It beats like a drum in your chest
Your old sword glitters in the sun
Our valor makes the foes run

The pagan gods can reign again
We'll crush the temples of their Christ
In northern woods we'll light a flame
For our sacrifice

So let the memory remain
Of Slavs, who died for gods
And Iriy, house of holy light,
Forever keeps their souls

You watch clouds with empty gaze
Raven hovers in the blue sky
Mask of horror on your pale face
There is no escape, you will die

Gods are looking from the heavens
At the traitor with disdain
He was bought over by Greeks
In the name of liar's faith

His agony will never end
Arrow sticks out of his chest
Traitor's cursed! There's no repent!
Yes!
Coward and deceiver doomed
To suffer from the endless pain
He had lost the Slavic honor
Sold to the Christian slaves

Death won't be granted to you
Living dead
You're doomed to suffer in dark
Without end
Though you could soon find out that
you're wrong
No mercy to those who betrayed
Svarog

Wounded warrior lost his powers
Death is spreading its black wings
But fire still burns in his eyes
He fought valiantly on the field

He desired to die for homeland
Reddening earth with his blood
Dreamed to see the god of thunder
Roaring from the high above

Warrior hears the voice of Perun
From the halls of holy heaven
Calling him to enter his realm
Argh!
Fallen honorable warrior
I am singing song to praise you
Let the golden sun to show you
Road to the heaven's gate

Death is a gift of the gods
Oh, fighter!
You dreamed to die in battle
As I do
You should know, you are not alone
Go on and
Give your life for Svarog and keep
Your honor!

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