1. Intro2. The Dark Forest (Cast Me Your Spell)Darkness spread its dark wingsWhispers of woods were growingWith every momentI felt them paying enormous tributesPowers, which were still alive at nightIn the battle of light with dark earthSpirits of their own nature fight proudlyLive by my side, feed young heart of mineBut I cannot ever see themI don't know her powers, but I know it's great !Loves, gives birth, kills - it's powerful !She raises beautiful monuments by the BalticLives when I sleep and lives in me...At night raises over dreaming forestsShe awakes Gods and Goddesses, unsilentlyThe night cock she is, whispers wolfish spellsThe chants of bard she knows and hums themGoblins of oaks and denizes of darknessBathed in the wine of a delightfull night...And lives there, but dies at dawn ...Dies in me with barbarous voice.The dark forest enchant me !3. Spellcraft And HeathendomI've met in surrounding me naturespirits and deities wielding the element,in a field, in a forest, in rocks and cavesand I won their goodwill with sacrifices.Horses carried me to the skies,White, beautiful steeds ... beloved.I was attacking brushwood violentlyI touched motherland...Percus ! Magic cirkles and black stonesPercus ! Forest spells and damned soulsPercus ! I find worship in youPERCUS !!!They will return, dance like fire, as beforeThey will return, to the trees,to the forest of mine... to the kingdom !The thunderer demonsguards the sacred spotduring those cold nightsthey found peace and consolation.I rediscover the power and charmto defeat like a sorcerer,like thousands years ago,Oaken castles from millenium before,They will rise once again... as a sign...Percus !4. Dragon's Lair (Cosmic Flames And Four Barbaric Seasons)[Cosmic flames & four barbaric seasons]Where the magic stream flows,Through the shining woods,Blue grass of wisdom growsAround the oaken roots...Where golden dragons flyAnd the sorcerers gather,Four wooden statues standAnd the fog lays thickDreamthrone of amber cosmic source of might,Reflection of wisdom, Power of the darksideCeremonial steel drinks the blood,Painting pearls and goldMystic flames burn brightAround the oaken lord...Forgotten sorcery storms from the skies,From the golden hall of the ancient ones...The Pagan awaits for the equinox...Cosmic sorcery - the gift of the skiesMagic nature - stronger than your lies..Stone demigod shines proud......The cult of the barbaric seasons,Pagan pride forever,Born todie in honour, not to serve on kneesSnowcovered, wild vastlands -My beloved fatherland...I see the tears of the oaken one,My heart is like a stone,My sword became sharp -Crosses to break, bodies to dismember,Flowers to burn ...5. Lasy PomorzaKiedy moc piorunow tnie niebiosa w cieple letnie dni,Zwracam swe oczy ku Bogom,wspanialej i poteznej naturze,dzlekujac za dar, ukryty w blyskow potedze...Zimna noc zalegla nad prastarym borem,ulewne deszcze wypelniaja drogi mej wsi,ukrytej gdzies w glebi pomorskich lasow.Jak strugi, deszcz oczyszcza nasza rzeczywistosc,mamy rok dziewiecsetny...Lasy Pomorza...Wiem, ze urodzilem wlasnie tam,zeby czynic mych ojcow kulture piekniejsza.Wiem, ze oddalem im swoje serce,bolem i trwoga przepelnione...W srebrnych pasmach ksiezycowego swiatla,woje moi przeszywaja debowe knieje,podazamy ku rozstajom drog,by w krwawej walce zlozyc swa ofiare.Kolejne grzmoty burza w zorzy wieczornej,upewniaja nas w swej sile,To ojcowie towarzysza nam od samego poczatku,raz pozdrowienia, raz gniewy z sinego nieba nam slac...Lasy Pomorza...Dobrze, ze bory zwierza sa pelne,pozwala to utrzymac ma druzyne na nogach, i topory, i tarcze, i miecze ich ciezkie,a futrzane obuwie nasiakniete krwawoczerwonym blotem.Mijamy mile kolejne, by zdazyc do lasow,pod skrzydlami nocy sie schowac, jeszcze jeden blysk w ciemnosci,jak ojcowskie "dobranoc" uklada nas do snu... jak wilki...Lasy Pormorza...6. Rising Proudly Towards The SkyFallen into oblivion...The last view inside my mind -Silver walls ofg the castleRisen proudly towards the skyThe rebellion failed...Many brave ones went down-Hung on black trees they areBlown by the four windsI've been waiting for years,Growing strongerBlazing weapons,eyes burn brightIn the dark - as a King I shall return...Horns sing in the woods,Hordes gatherAncient gods of warRide on the skyOld kingdom will fallLike a moondust...Reflecting down the walleys-So pure, hungry for bloodThe hearts of the dark onesThunders strike...Dancing on the black mirrors-The bards of war and venegeanceCame from forgotten realmsAs a King I shell return...To proclaim my victory,Return of ancient pride,Laws of steel...Cold steel...7. Thou Shalt Forever WinI break the chains of unbeliefBurden of millenial slavoryForest, eternat wanderExtending beyond earthly dimensionsGods will return to their graces together with meThey'll find their oaken kingdoms as beforeI free my powers when yelling silentlyWhen I fight... thousands of demons, follow me !And my strength, and my spell...And my beautiful pride,Will find and wrap you will raise majesty to the skies...From the depths of the earth, deep and blackThrough the forests, woods and shadows,(It) Will penetrate lakes and wolfish mountains...On the wings of demons to skies !I denude golden gates of my NawiaShrouded in thick smoke of burnt bodiesI show my love... I praise the might... And destroy with the power of thundersconstantly destroyOn my right hand - fire, eternaly devotedTogether with the strength of thundersWill dance as beforeThe conflagration, death and misfortune, let it begetRebuild what was ruined,Destroy what was created by the crossAnd my strength, and my spell8. GromTy, ktory lasy ogarnales piorunow plaszczem,Ty, ktory wichrem karmisz dzieci swe,Wzbudziles morze nienawisci w ich umyslach,Jak Baltyk brzegi swe, Ty otuliles swiete gaje...Stare deby pochylily grzbiety swe w poklonach,Piorunowy, swiety ogien konczy taniec...Plasy milkna, strzygi chyla lby ku niebu,Czekajace nagie wilki...Slodycz Twa i cieplo czuje coraz blizej,Tys lonem matki mej i sila,Ziemia, lasem, polem, laka, gajem...Esencja zycia, magia, ktora zyje.Ciemnoscia zwa Cie Ci, dla ktorychs wrogiem,zblakana owca, wezem, smiercia w trwodze,Ramiona meznych wojow pna Twoj posag wzwyz,Tys nie herezja ale prawda plunal w krzyz!Stare deby pochylily grzbiety swe w poklonach...Grom niech bedzie Twym zwiastunem,brzaskiem imperium w chwale czekanego,Dzwonem w poganskie serca bitym,Oltarzem prawdy, duma oraz krwia okrytym.Niech Grom zapowie Twe nadejscie,Godzine zemsty, boskiej rozpaczy,nadejda nowe, potezne czasy,O sile Twej szumia pomorskie lasy...Majestatycznie...Stare deby pochylily grzbiety swe w poklonach...
AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
