Frosty morning in cold darkness
on sorrow mountain it´s drowning...
somewhere in the deep your fear awaits
ancient borders are down-falling.

Kneeling to pray the God of the Sun
bloody hands are shivering
painful mist is poisoning your heart
shackles are changing into sharp knife.

Icy wind is blowing hard
through the landscape of your mind...
calling you to cry and repent
taking away the truth of the past!

Arteries sheltered in red fire
sacred edge will open way
closed eyelids in dreams of death
fortune holds silver blade of sentence.

Your last journey leads to stars
your soul´s waiting for long way
in the middle of the wastelands
life is flowing like a shifting sand...

Memories of the pain...
Inflame lava bright as stars...

Defence... gloominess... sand... despair
failure... madness... night... and blades!

Fatality... desert... sweat... blood
suffering... fall... screaming... and dust!

Defence... gloominess... sand... despair
failure... madness... night... and blades!

Fatality... desert... sweat... blood
suffering... fall... screaming... and dust!

Building the pyre of the wood
swallowing bitter tears of the sorrow...
celebrating rites described in ancient rules
this night pharos shines for his soul...

Raging flames, embracing figure in leather.
History is fading... up in the smoke
takes a last look to his gone brother
oath of the eternal revenge he spoke...

Sky is roaring... mountain breeze
misty calling... superb freeze.

Dreamlike sentence come from shade
See abhorrence, fade to black!

So let it be your time to die
killing spree from roaring sky?

... where your body would like to rest,
find your bloody and open chest...

Blind bleeding purity
clouds are flying above me
cold shine of hidden stars
is changing the water to ice...

Looking down from darkened sky
looking up wolves would cry...

... mirror bright and shining stars
limbonic fight giant dies..

Journey´s end is coming forth
final torment leads to the north?

... destiny´s words: ?Here you lay,
leave your sword and rest in prey..."

Blind bleeding purity
clouds are flying above me
cold shine of hidden stars
is changing the water to ice...

Soul that´s kneeling on icy ground
where the air meets the scent of steel...
... she´s guessing where´s the hidden bound
between her death and skill to feel?

Force of raiders is coming forth
hear the massive blast of hooves
set Battlefield in the way of lore:
half to the wood and the rest to the grassland!

Hit the drums of war!!

Deadly wind whispers in your brain
space around - virgin and calm
now look into the eyes of tyrant...
... sun will touch soon the horizon.

Crimson rays... crossing in the grass
dissapear to nothing in the forrest
last image transforms into killing desire...
... remains just the only wish - to stay alive!

In the land of endless dusk,
sea is red and sky´s still flaming
there is no belief and there is no trust
Rest In Peace, you dead but standing...

Falling over rocks... sounds between the stones
hungry power smoothes the bottom of the rivers bed
opens arms embrace young headwaters
there is not such power on lone blue planet!

Artery of the life thirsty for the speed
running down the mountains, from the deep of the rock
fills up the soil... bones of the earth
about the ancient times silently she spoke.

Those who can resist are allowed to drink on their kneels....
You, who can resist are allowed to drink on your kneels...

Shiny lawn in the forrest, deep as the sea
sun is reflecting, peace rules this place
woodland creatures, will-o´-the wispes and the nymphs
in stilly flow they are coming, preparing the bath...

Ethereal bodies vestured into flowers
flaming through the life in the restless dream
from the spider´s webs they are collecting the dew...
... preparing the gathering, awaiting the dark.

While the man is standing, dazed in restless dream
woundable creature, dressed in the sky of the day
silently he´s shivering, not because of the fear...
... his nomadic soul desires for the wilderness!

Pain, doom, wide pale sky and spry river
bank of the stream hails the return of the spring!
Queen of waters uncloaks cold blue skin
with the purling fills your life... SHE WAS THE WATER!

Morana...
... guide of all the gone ones
one step closer to the bloody fall
she for every new day stands.

Enchantress!
As rising in the fog of the bones
check the words of foreverness
wields key in palm, turnkey princess!

?We can see... dreamlike land
of our forefather´s dreams...
we can smell flowering meadows
sound of the purling creeks!"

?Follow my steps...
watch my fleshless lips!
Listen to my words
fly in my deadly wind!

Insecurity! Dying hope...
... dark eternity, there we stop!
Land in the paradise gate
this is my hand holding your fate."

?There are no clouds
beneath the ever-blue sky...
Eternal shining bow
is smoothing the skin of the ground..."

Morana:
?Ssss...come and watch, step by step
respect predominant sacred peace!
Beware the effect of the evil stain
´Pageant of the gods´ soon you will see...

Upon the hill in the heaven stand,
feel free to congnize heathenish calm..
This is the rule and you´ve been sent
to the home of your ancestral elders!"

Come wind by my side!
My sin... why I ride?

We are running over hills
storming through deep woods?
... we are using ancient skills!

RUNNING OUT OF RULES!

Searching nature round? we are looking down the hill...
... watching rays of light, a triumph of the will!

Grey skin of the land...
... cold wind, flying sand!

Howling hordes of wolves
chilling waves of light
it is the calm before the fight!

Searching nature round... we are looking down the hill...
... watching rays of light, a triumph of the will!

Sun is rising up on the sky
rays of light are rushing to the earth.
So... smell the wind, follow eagles and fly
so... feel the spring from south to north !

Where the grass grows overhead
please let me rest of bloody world!
Let me forget souls who are dead
far into the lake I am throwing my sword!

Of the wood... they made chairs and tables
Oaken wood... where gods sit from times... immemorial!
Of the wood... they made chairs and tables
Oaken wood... it bled of their wide sharpen axes

Sound of the laugh rings in the air
clash of cups brings taste of the mead.
Thundering spree of the eternal ones
blowing the fear from their sons.

Vesna calls wind, incoming and clear
Veles drives the cattle of best drove.
Morana shines of blackest fear
mighty father Perun sees all with joy!

To live same as their loyal and mortal believers
this has forever been superb pride of our gods!
To fight with ones who dwell in the sewers?
Gods bring the law to the world through acts and words!

Sun is rising up on the sky
Rays of light are rushing to the earth.
So? smell the wind, follow eagles and fly
so... feel the spring from south to north !

Of the wood... they made chairs and tables
In the Woods... where gods sit from times... immemorial!
Of the wood... they made chairs and tables
Oaken wood... it bled of their wide sharpen axes

So... hold up your pints of mead and drink it to the health of all the world
wish peacefull rest to the brave ones who died before decades!
So... think about your dreams and let your wings to warm in cold
let them unfold wide? over your inner lands!

Dark grey cloud...
Got near the place...
Dream away the dream...
Invisible grace...

Angels of war are by my side
I see only red...
as flying through the eternal night
guessin´ if I´m dead?

Dark and cold is space around me
is it devil´s touch?
unseen fingers turn my body
mental shield has been cut !


This is my deal, to serve since I´ve lost the crown
that is what I did, many lives to rule them cruel!
Chains on my arms - heavy foul and rusty steel
there is no way to hide before this stressing feel...

Weariness is only my sense...
when the hell is gone.
Emptiness has conquered my mind,
instead of heart freezing stone.

I close in palm thundering staff,
Blue light is nearly shed...
I´m looking round through clouds of madness,
guessing if I am not dead?

Clangouring voice of sharpened weapons,
hymn of the swords...
Choral sound of hard-bitten throats
battering ram to break through walls!

Elite force is storming through the wood
survivors of world war!
Destined too soon to be adult...
... warriors are now coming home !

This is my deal, to serve since I´ve lost the crown
that is what I did, many lives to rule them cruel!
Chains on my arms - heavy foul and rusty steel
there is no way to hide before this stressing feel...

They are running in the night, one is black and one shines white.
Horses... carrying two young, yet innocent lives.

Èech! Meduna! He is the man and she follows gods!
Child of fortune, born in the name of forgotten runes.

Heavy and rusty run under bright cold shining stars
wedding with no sun, in the night silence rules to us.

Moon is whispering: ?Tonight they will die!"
... frozen orb of hidden wishes!
Throned by Perun and ruled by Chors´s might
he is the guide of hidden treasures.

THRONED BY PERUN AND RULED BY CHORS´ MIGHT!

They are looking too far, cannot see death close to icy river
masked in the black - Morana! For living the god to shiver...

She is sent by rule of ancient times
quest is set to take them away!
To the green land, land of living gods
to the place where justice will be said.

Cold air brings call of pain, fallen bodies are lying down to snow.
Somewhere in fatherland... they know, tonight they will die...

Standing in front of the gate... they suddenly don´t feel cold.
Set in the fear, their hearts like the thunder will pound...

Hand in hand enter to eternal dwell
peace over the land hides the voice, dancing in mourning chests...

THRONED BY PERUN AND RULED BY CHORS´ MIGHT!

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