1. BLACKSMITHS OF DESTINY

From fire and earth the power was born
In red tongues of fire
Blacksmiths of destiny forged steel
Hot redness became a cold death

And the day came when stell lusted for blood
And death and terror were our deeds
Our destiny was bound foreve
In this smooth cold blade of steel

Earth drawn in seas of blood
Fire and smoke on the sky
Cry of women and old men
Remains of blood on my hands
Wounds and sears on my body
And memories of past battles in my head

Gods gave us a great gift
Cruelty became easy thing to do
We went to distant lands with victory flags
Graves are proof of our deeds

We proved our bravery
Lords of heavens and hell are satisfied
Crime became virtue
Death is the only salvation for our enemies

From war to war, from battle to Battle
We walk the way of destiny
He learn how to fight and be perfect killers
Bewitched by hatred bound in steel


2. SOURCE OF MY POWER

The source of my power is here
Where I was born, here my ancestors
Spilled their blood
There are the barrows and mounds

The source of my strength is here
Where I rise my folk’s banner
Where my faith and pride
Speak to me

The source of my might is here
Where every might my ancestors’ spirits
Visit their mounds
Here past battles were waged
Where courage was each man’s virtue

Every morning when sun rises
I rise my sword to heavens
I will not break my word given to this sail
I will fight to the last breath
I will win or die

One day we will hear sound of horns and drumms
Summoning us for a Battle in bright rays of sun
We will go brave and proud without fear
For the last battle of Gods


3. W OBJĘCIA ŚMIERCI

Forward my brothers for blood and honour
May rage lead you to fight
We will go there where soil lusts for blood
And where death looks for new victims

To Fight!

Today our swords will shine in the fires of Battle
Today our shields will crush our enemies
Where fire and death and rivers of blood
I will find my ancestors’ pride

To Fight!

Lead us spirit of fight and revenge
Lead us into fire, into death arms
Following the voice of shed blood of our brothers
In fires of victory, we will find our ancestors’ pride

Our is fortitude, power and might
Our spitit, faith and rage
Eagle comes!
Sounds of horns summon for a battle!

In my veins runs Gods’ blood
There is spirit, steel and thunderbolt in my blood
My blood is ready to fight
Today I will feed wolves with my foes’ carcass

Our is soil, blood and honour
Our swords, flags and eagles
Eagle comes!
Sound of horns summon for a battle

It is high time for eagles to have their nets
And weapon be clean by blood
And anger and pain harden our hearst
Let’s prove our courage in a bloody fight

To fight!

Eagle! be with me and take care of me when I die
When death does not let me fight anymore
Lead my soul to Gods
My ancestors are waiting for me

To fight!

Eagle’s shingle garnish my helmet
I’m strong because strong is my faith
I’m here where spirits of my ancestors are
I’m here and I guard their strongholds

Our is fortitude, power and might
Our spirit, faith and rage
Eagle comes!
Sounds of horns summon for a battle!

Each of us wage his our war
Let’s be brave and in flexible
Each of us rage his our war
Let’s be brave and courage and
Don’t be too long when brothers ask for help

Our is soil, blood and honour
Our swords, flags and eagles
Eagle comes!
Sound of horns summon for a battle!