In the forests of eternal dreaming
   Old oaks lighted up by the fullmoon’s light
   The coldness of dungeon touches the inside of wooden maze
   From the womb of the mother-wolf I was born
   The witches foretold in the hearts of my enemies
   In the midnight wilderness I took a pledge
   Quickly I fell in love with the taste of steel
   For ages waiting for its denudation
   The final triumph
   The pure barbarity
  
   I howl to the moon for support in my battle
   The moon, symbol of purity, the essence of beauty
   I damn the sun, rising again and again
   In brightness of bloody light, steel holocaust
   I received hails from the northern side
   of snowcovered Carpathians
   The light breath of nightmare, as a sign
   I summon the iron powers, cavalry of my brothers
   From the land of armageddish fields
  
   I am the bard of eastern lands...
  
   I lead my brothers for death struggle
   In glory of victory my armies rise
   Barbarian tribes with fury of destruction
   With axes reach the sky, hiding usurpator in their wings
   Call the clouds, desecrating all the holiness
   Hurt bodies on the snow, Pandemonium burns
   This battle is a rebellion, rebirth of old traditions
   Mythical hell is the paradise to the true warriors
   There they attain eternity and sit high on the throne
  
   Pagan nations became united
   Mighty bards received their long awaited silence
   Slavs returned to their villages and woods
   Pagan frights of heavenly hell dispelled
   ...I opened the door to the higher than stars knowledge
   And took a long walk throughout the unknown dimensions
   As the sign of fullmoon, in damnation I shall rise