Barbarous Pomerania : Duch 300 Z Rany

Black Pagan / Pologne
(2009 - Yar' Productions / Empire 606 Records)
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1. INTRO - HUNGRY SWORDS OF WENED’S

When thunder was flashing and black birds covered the sky
And on the battlefield they’re looking a feast
Wolf’s from forest are yelp so greedily
On wild plain without trees and rock’s
Hordes of Slavonic blood and faith was fight against abominable gang of German crusaders
Barbarian warriors without any fear
And wicked scum’s of jesus
Sword has hit with whistling, axe has hit as well
Corpse was fallen again and again, and teeth were guts
In eyes ferocity
Germans fall completely on field without glory
Killingly massacre was destroy Germans
Slavonic detachment’s in triumphant glory
In silver armour’s
Banners or Retra, banners of Arkona island high on the sky
Shout from thousand’s throats
Triumph of the Pagan Faith
Sword of Wened’s are saturate in struggle
In blood of crusader‘s drunken till resist
Song about that battle are sung by old oak’s
And sword’s of Wened’s were sleep into soil
For thousand winter’s
They have started struggle again
Sword’s are calling to heir’s of Slavonic warriors
Their want drink blood, killing enemy’s of Slavonic faith!


2. BROTHERHOOD OF WOLFHEARTS

In flames of holy pagan faith
In flash and bolt of thunder
A front of Gods authority
White colour of our skin and spirit from steel
Strength of muscles, Power of the Will
We are together , united in action
United in blood and identity
Wolves pack of glory nation
We stand to form a row, stand in wall
Fighting till the end, for Slavonic land
On battlefield
War of Idea, war for faith
Holy detachment of tradition
Smear oneself in blood , we tear enemy
Barbarous call, wild shout of warriors
Sanctified and hardened
We wounding with wolf passion


3. TRIUMPH OF STEEL OF WAR

Triumph of power of shoulders
Triumph of the Will
Perun’s warriors has stopped in proficiency
They fought on battlefield
Legions of enemies has runaway from field
Call of cold steel was live in brave hearts and souls tough like rock
With courage, Honour and without any mercy
With the names of Gods
They won in battle
Steel in white hands was cutting and prickling
Until blood came out from enemies body
We are mighty warriors of God of Thunder
God who make from war a divine vocation
Struggle and pillage, glory and honour
War spirit, fury in eyes
Steel in warrior hand is great weapon
From Will of Gods and blood of ancestors!


4. CRYING TREES , BLEEDING SOIL

Many winters cross of christ was stained soil
The Land of Pomeranians people called Weneds
Cross has desecrated and destroyed land
Before folk was brave and daring
Christian Germans leg crushed
Devastated Mother Pomerania land
Devastated holy forests and groves
Chopped and burned statues of Gods
Devastated holy altars
Bleeding soil of folk of Sun and fire
Old trees were burbling sad
Sing song from Past
Old symbols and meaning are effaced
We! Not many heir’s of old world
Power and might Is still inside us
Like ancestors we celebrate glory of ancient Gods
Swietowit you are our Father and the Creator
Perun God of Thunder ,strong master of war


5. BANNERS OF TRUTH AND GLORY

Catholic mental mug still ruins all fatherland
When before was live Slavonic Royal tribe
Tough, valiant and brave
From thunder he took strengths
But now is trapped in handcuff of cross
Folk forgot about power and Creation
Forgotten Slavonic Gods are living somewhere
Reject by own nation what is captivated
Poisoned by faith what came from Middle East
Just few still have strengths
To carry on with battle flag
To remember who we are,
And know derived from came our kin
We won’t let destroy our Gods and values
We can’t let to shame our race, faith and history
On noble blood, graves of ancestors on our difficult
Let every warrior of freedom and truth stand for it
Let the sword crush bonds of lies and wicked
To our Slavonic world will be our real one world
To our nation be united and strong like iron fist
Blood for blood
Join to us under banner and fight for defending Our Holy Pagan Faith


6. GUARDS OF THE SLAVONIC TRADITION

Among boundless fields were born cereal
On rivers, lakes and Baltic Sea
In cities, countries on mountains and valleys
In Slavonic nation hidden
Those were in minds and hearts spark of Culture
Born in mission to keep Idea
Like flames of fire and splash of water
Mighty of (in) faith, like steel of feeling
With vision of survive Slavonic world
Armoured and armed in ancient knowledge
Conscious in fact of war of identities
Chosen for defend own native bastions
To destroy lies of postmodernist world
To crush and suppress without any mercy
Don’t let the jewish christians to smash
Our Slavonic civilisation
That why Guards of noble tradition
Promise on own blood in face of Gods and spirits of ancestors
Always defend Slavonic matter


7. ARISTOCRACY OF BLOOD AND IRON

With difficulty of creating divines
In white hands Masters of ,Aryan Art
Vision dreams of leaders ,sages and pagan priests
Empires what were build by hammer and thunder
Soil was soak by blood and sweat
Perfect heroes ,half-Gods from North
We carry on by ages their Great progress
Civilisation of white heroes
With symbol of sunwheel
With might of Nature, with strengths of muscles
In face of ancients Gods, Aryan warriors
Pursue by secrets powers of divines
With pure blood, with iron Will
We will create an old Order
Pagan elite, chosen ones
Using Thought and actions we will create New World
From Will of Gods ,from forefathers whispering
From Force of iron from calling of blood!


8. WITHOUT MERCY , WITH FIRE IN EYE

Whispering swords, burning eyes
On Armour , wearing animal skin
With great proficiency and Slavonic artistry
With passion of Old Faith
Proud under banner of their harsh Gods
In noble glory ,without any fear
With power of fire thunder
With spear and javelin
Shining in flames of Sun
With shout from throat
Lets go and attack ,enemy is going retreat

Leaves dead bodies, at last they rune away
And we carry on in struggle ,don’t listen begs of enemy
Chopping, slashing ,we destroy enemy
Triumph is Great!
Sanctify by struggle!


9. BLOOD, SWORD AND PLOUGH

Bathed In sunlight of Sun God
From blood of ancestor
Fearless, brave and daring
On field ,on struggle
We who love Mother Earth
We are always full of loyalty, always honourable
Proud warriors of Slavonic faith
A front of authority dignity Gods
We are ancient tribe
Of white noble race
From soil ,on own soil live


10. WE NOBLE BARBARIANS

We came from East ,from wild forests and fields
From land of rivers, and mountains snowing tops
We have change that Asiatic cradle on Europe heart
Northern area of wild primeval forests and marshlands
Here our fatherland has been created
White Gods gave us power of conquest
Struggle power, knowledge from leaders
Northern folks worn animal skin and armours
Under banner of God of Thunder
With war shout , with harsh face
Thousand hordes were bleeding to conquer for us holy land
National language, tradition and native faith
Hardness warriors of fire
In fury on struggle ,born from Aryan folk
With difficult of farmer ,with wisdom of sage
Was create states a Empire of Slavonic race
Of barbarous proud people , brave and daring
Today they are poison by gloomy falsehood
Slaves of jehowa stolen ours souls
But heart of Slavonic kin still got barbarous spark
That ancient call of forefathers hidden in pure blood
We are beside in silence but we will arise
We! Barbarous folk! Always survive
Help us Gods of Slavonic land!


11. WHISPERING OF RAPED ARKONA ISLAND

(Instrumental)


12. STRENGTHEN IN FAITH OF SLAVS

From tyranny of christ’s cross
Rouse from stupor by old song of Gods
Strengthen in faith of Slavs
Warriors who have Perun and Weles in their hearts
We don’t need bullshit of abraham and moses
We have in hands sword and plough
Glory for Mother of Slavonic Lands
Glory for us who still believe and fight

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