The Touch Of Nya

Pagan Vastlands

From the land which hasn't entered yet into the history
From the depths of swamps we are bringing our name
At night, kissing the moonlight
Rebel children living in twilight
Like wolves
Some named us so

Union with people from 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 to be 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 unrememberance
From fire and water
From the sacred woods
Ancient wolves gather
From the burnt Arkona
From the Pagan Vastlands
Black horse ride across the sky
With a sword we will open, enter the gate of Nawia

Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidzą Chrystusa
Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidzą boga-krzyża

Union with people from 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