1. INTRO - MORNING STAR OF SLAVONIC TOMMOROW

"...Where gale blows, where waves murmuring song and
forest giving them accompany.
That song is carry on...”


2. SACRED POWER OF BLOOD AND PROUD

Song of ages carries loud
Fires burn in boundless forests
Gales blow resonantly
Like our forefathers did before
In difficulty of hard wrok
Blood on battlefield
Sweat on plow teared soil
Stars wane near dawn
Summers and winters go by
Uplifting living
Hail and Glory
Hail to proudes and bravest
We will always be firmly
With heart full of faith
With soul divine power
With triumpf of the Will a
nd strenght to struggle
Ennoblest Folk
Tough and joyful
Persistent in fight, full of zeal
From Gods Order adhered to land


3. ORDER OF NOBLE BLOOD

From abyss of ages
Spiritis from steel
Knights-farmers
Bound by Secret
Burning hearts full of ancient glory
Race of conquerors
Immortal in battle
White wolves,lonely brutals
Chosen by Gods
Asasyn's of case
Fanatics soldiers idea of blood and faith
Pagan priests what make sacrifice for Gods everyday
Idealists who live in according to cosmic rules
Ancient Law, Strict laws of Faith
Myth is signpost
Fire and Sun signs of theirs Victory
Urge of blue blood prompt them to fight
In shine of Sunwheel
Carry difficulties of struggles
Cover by dusk,severe hoplits
Are standing on gurad of existance of own Race


4. HOLY FATHERLAND

My heart beats for these forests and fileds
Where swamps,rivers and sheet of ice
My soul takes from them power of existance
Sun wraps tuft of golden cereal
Trees are green and luscious
In every hole of that fertile soil
Ashes of ancestors
And enormity of old Slavic treasures
Native faith,Slavic Folk
Thousand years and winters
They live from this fertile soil
This is my home
Im her son,born from her womb
Hundreds of generations spilled blood
For our Mother, to be with Us
We are Slavs,Proud Folk
Brave, tough and bold
We are warriors-farmers
We worship mother soil
For her our strain and blood
Like Gods said
Hail to you Mother of birth
Fortress of our noble blood
Homestead our spirit
We giving you bow and reverence
You are our most precious jewel
We draw from you power and strenght


5. DYING FOR THIS LAND

Many times have come years of great sadness
Hordes of ruthless agressors have attack my beautiful country
My fatherland, my mother soil
This magic places, where form ages is my home
Where great forests
Where great meadows and fields
Like my forefathers I move forward without fear
Im my right hand I carry the sword
Behind me throngs of my Slavic brothers
We are going to defend our lands
We will never ever leave our land
Sooner I will die in savage struggle
It's nothing that my blood is seeping in soil
This is sacriface for my Slavic country
It's nothing that I gave my life in battle
Slavia Is and Will be Ours forever
For Ages For Thousnad Years!
Until our Folk will exist.


6. MY NATIVE FAITH

I was born from Slavonic blood
Slavia is my land and my home
Is my fatherland
Where my forefathers ashes lying
Where spilled seas of sweat,tears and blood
Ages of history,hum of trees
Gust of Strzybog winds
Waving sea, fields of cereal
Im son of Sun
Worshipper of highest fire and thunder
What flashes noisy on the sky
Worshipper of Blood, what is in my veins
My faith burns in my soul
Its unrestrained Will, to fight and to live
That is penetrateing evrything,evry survival
Universe fertlize by power of creation
Its power of my almighty Gods
My faith is a secret of constant progress
Its a proud essence of my aryan race
Its a power what pushing for action
Its a holy monument of Swietowit
Its a art,tradition and culture of my folk
Its a holy book of principles and laws
Its a path of honour and strenght
Its a flaring fire in my heart
My faith is eternal voice of cosmic laws
Its a battle song of my harsh Gods
Sweet huming of my goddesses
My fatih lives inside of me, and will in my offsprings
Is eternal like Sun,fire and Slavonic Folk


7. RACE OF NOBLE CONQUERORS

From ages Their carry sword of Swarg
Leaving behind them the blaze, wild fear
Winners in hundred battles and skirmishes
Power and Glory of cruel White Gods
Flaming desire of rule and conquest
We invade and crush any strike
Earth belongs only to tough warriors
Blood of defeated army is spalshing everywhere
Hear noises of taken slaves
Defeateds are groaning in pain under our feets
Fanfares for fearless wolfs
Always ready to fight and crush
Our homestead is bloody battlefield
Guts are banner of our enemies
In shine of radiant invincible Sun
We taking delight of bestial murder
In rhythm of drums of war
We roaring triumphant
Like wolfs at winter time to new moon


8. BANNERS OF RETRA AND ARKONA

In battles berskerk in mortal fight
In flash of swords and axes
When Perun with his Hammer is sending thunders
When panzer detachments going to combat
Where Sea of Blood is seeping in soil
Where warriors are steping in blood
Where Strzybog gales are wildest
The Sun is scorching with his heat
Slavic Warriors are clashed
Their proud banners are waveing on the sky
Their saint flags raised in glory
Symbols of Gods,ancient Heroes
Cosmic powers wich run theirs lives
Furious Warriors are attacking their enemies
God of War gives them strength to fight
When snows are great
When frost is ringing
Panzer detachment are bound in fight
Banners raised in triumpf
Rich the sky in dignity
Hundred battles and clashes
Shambles full of corpses
Wolves Warriors standig on top of pile of dead heads
They carry their holy flags
Roaring battle songs
Savour of Victory
...banners are waveing speechless with dignity


9. STOJGNIEW - SON OF SLAVIA

Born from this land
Different but still Slavonic blood
Hearing urge of Ancient Gods
Growned into Hero
Man who has created new thought
Myth for his nation and land
Wished to progress,power and glory
Imperium of great Slavia
Created new history
Will of Creation changed in act
This is his plan of activities
Cleanse from christianity, bring the power back
In Heart of Polish Folk
Slavonic race must have push forward like panzer tank
To create culture art
Civlization of strong wolf's warriors
Heros in difficulties
Who marching straight to the target
whole his life he fought for that Myth
Red sticke and hammer
effeminate him and taken his life
But His bright Idea
Still have loyal adherents
Stojgniew! although you are buried under cold soil
You have your detachment soldiers of culturism


10. OUTRO - OBIATA-SACRIFACE FOR GODS

For the fortune of destroyed irons of humiliation
For this, that we dont live anymore in eternal shame
For this, that poison has stopped strangle our throats
For this, that cross of weak christ doesnt burn and doesnt prosecute
For this, that biblical sin is ordinary absurd
Im raising horn with drink and my right hand to Sun
Im crushing sacriface provender
Im swearing an oath
Hearing The voice of Gods, the voice of ancestors
Drum and horn are making sound
Miraculous tone from divine Niwa living matter
Im healthy,full of Faith Wened man
With burning heart I will spread fire of Slavonic faith
So on my tired motherland Lechia could rise and revived!
And her folk could wake up from a nightmare
Let thunder will hit me if I will abandon my task
I swear to You my Gods and Forefathers!