Behemoth - From the pagan vastlands

From the land which hasnt enter yet Into the history From the depths of swamps we are bringing Proudly our name At night, kissing the moonlight - - rebel children living in twilight Like wolves... ... some named us so... Union with people from the sign Of the half-moon To crush the golden walls of Earthly heaven, To strangle the pestilence... To the lands of the mighty Empire Others even think about with fear We invaded a state with sword In our hands Roma means nothing In the land of Slavs ! Today forests sing about the legend, Long forgotten spirits Whose names nobody remembers now Waiting their day to reborn Their visions of the past Are torturing our souls Whispering in the dark... ... they will come here again To reign supreme Believe my words... From unremembrance From Fire and Water From the sacred woods Ancient Wolves gather From the burnt Arkona ... From the Pagan Vastlands ! Black horse rides across the sky With a sword we will open the amber gates of Nawia Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidza Chrystusa !!! Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidza boga-krzyza !!!