1. INTRO

(instrumental)


2. FROM BEHIND THE HORIZON

…Thus, it was: from behind the horizon
The war boats of Knjaz appeared out;
Hundreds of Warriors - the invincible Army
Sailed forth to campaign from Kyiv to Byzantium…

Their swords, Perun's banners - bright they were flashing
And Dnipro rapids calmed down before them!
Svyatoslav's boats flew with speed of the wind
For they were brought by the Winds – Stribog's Grandsons!
Christian bastards were surrender without battle,
When they beheld the Shield with a Sunwheel…
The time is passed - with foulness they conquered us:
Disaster covered Rus right after Knjaz died…

Raping and drowning in blood - they baptized us;
They turned the Free Folk of Rus into slaves.
Yet, new masters rules the Land of our Forefathers;
Our Sacral Places breathing churches stench now…

Why we didn't know? Why didn't crush them down?
Didn't ruin Constantinopolis, didn't burn to the ground?!
Oh, if we had know it we shouldn't have wait for:
We should have make them pay whole; Rus would not be disgraced!
Hey, Svyatoslav! Where is thy grave?!
Where is that Force? Yet, death mowed Rus down!
Arise, Mighty Knjaz! Thy Army awaiting!
Lead us forth, Knjaz! We stepping the field, War Campaign has begun!

Let crosses fall down, cause we ll crush the lies!
With the Rage of Perun destroy poison of Christ!
We ll eradicate venomous sting of YHVH
With the Ancient Runes, from the flesh of Our Kin!
And let the Glory of the True Heroes
Ringing again over Our Sacred Land;
Let the Folk of Rus , Folk of Honour and Freedom
Remind Ancestral Faith with crystal clear heart!...


3. HOW STEEL WAS SINGING THROUGH THE FLAMES OF FIRE…

When Steel was singing through the fires,
When Ukraine was laid in ruins -
All the Family Nation arise to defend it -
Our Land still keeping that old memories!

We stepped the field against foes, sacrificed our lives,
We revived our Ukraine from ashes and dust.
What does we see now? - Ukraine burning in fires,
But Steel is not singing it's songs anymore…

What's happened with you,
Ukrainian Folk?!
Land and Freedom of Fathers
Calling you to fight!

Hands are chained, swords are taken away;
Freedom is bind with fetters of lies;
Closed our eyes are, deaf ears are…
shepherds are leading my Folk to the abyss.

I feel pain and aversion… My Ukraine,
My Motherland is possessed by enemies…
It s crying of suffer in ruins, in flames!
Our Kin is almost buried, but Steel is not singing!

Arise, Ukraine! Now - Rise for the Battle!
Or soon no one will be able to take a weapons!
Remember how you gathered Thy might against turks;
How we crushed khazars! How Steel was singing
through the flames of fire!

Let our foes die, like a dew under sunlight!
We are the Ones to be Masters of Our Land!
Let us remind how Steel was singing through
the flames of fire!
Let's defend Our Fatherland if just to love it
is not enough now!


4. WIND FROM THE MOUNTAINS (SPRING IS COMING)

The first furious thunder peals
Are piercing the fresh air -
Such as always it was, in the spring on Our Land
Thunderstorms are washing the last snow away…

The wardrums of Spring are beating -
This rataplan sounds with rains and thunders.
That drums are messengers of the first grass,
Cold mists are coming with them side by side.

On the rivers, the mud blurred ice melting down,
It is carried away with a streams -
No reason to resist - Spring is coming;
Inevitable is ices death it s being broken and crushed

On the trees branches somewhere there are
Blackening leaves that left from the autumn…
Nothing will remain - Spring will sweep all away
With hailstorms. And burn all decrepit.

It s smoke shalt exalt to the height,
Where blue skies are streaked with clouds:
Wind rushing down from Carpathian mountains
Shalt momentary tear the smoke in pieces…

Wind from the mountains brings the Spring on,
Sowing it's snowdrops in steppes over Dnipro,
For he's still remember this sorrowful land
That he chained in winter with frost.

Wind brings the Spring to the Ukraine
From Carpathian mountains to the glorious Don river!
In summer it shalt blossom in Thcigiryn woods,
And in autumn return back home…
By rains...


5. BY A HAMMER OF SPIRIT AND IDENTITY OF BLOOD

What is not like in Ancient times now -
Why all is sorrowful and begrimed?...
Why the Ancestral Wisdom lost;
Why the Blood Brotherhood forgotten is?...

Alas, all the Truth was gone,
Truth was gone and the false arose!...
Clouds are gathered, covered the Sky,
Ghastly impending over woods and fields...

With the stellar eyes, from the Firmament
Forefathers still gaze and wondering:
Folk of Rus' is in deathlike slumber,
Sleeping they don't see the cruel grief!

Mounds and Cromlechs - devastate are;
Cut down are Our Sacred Groves;
Tales forgotten are, and the Runes are lost;
Forbidden are Swords and Solar Signs...

Dead Rivers are flowing like a tears
And the Land is desolate like a scorched ground;
All doors and windows in huts closed are -
All the bolts and bars are locked up...

Only in the Forge someone still hammering,
Of the Blood Identity forging the Spiritsteel...
Dawn is coming forth - Rus' reawakes!
Hammer of Spirit beating incessant...

Identity of Blood shalt unite again
Our Warriors with a Bonds of Oath;
That's why Forger didn't sleep in evil night -
With Thunders He sworn than Folk shalt arise!!!


6. REVENGE FLAMING MIGHT OF BLAZING STEEL

(no lyrics available)


7. WHERE MOUNTAINS ARE EMBRACED BY SHADOWS

(instrumental)


8. CRY TO ME, A RIVER...

Cry To Me, River,
Tell Me About The Days Of Ancient Times,
About What Thou Saw Long Time Ago-
Tell By The Whispering Of Thy Drops

Bring By The Waves To Nothingness
Resounds Of Battles Where One Raised His Sword
Against His Brother
In Murmur Of Tide Voices Are Heard:
betrayal!

Who Dishonored His Ancestors Names?
Who Destroyed Our Ancient Faith?
Who Gave The Slavonic Land
Into Enemies' Clutch?
volodymir!

miserable Descendant Of The Great Knjaz,
Worthless Son Of Svjatoslav,-
Fratricide, Apostate Of Faith,
Named saint For His Betrayal!

Who Built The Churches
Upon Our Sacral Ground?-
That Herd Trembled Of Fear,
When Knjaz Svjatoslav Nailed His Shield
To The Constantinopolis Gates!


9. DER SCHARLACHROTE TOD

(instrumental)


10. POPPYFLOWERS ARE BLOSSOMING (CHAPTER II)

…At last in life the hordeman measured
By head the steppe above the river…
The horses nearer, faces are vile,
And sabers crossed, sabers clashed,
The sparkles got entangled with blood,
Again, with scream manhunter pierced
The Pridneprovie, in death fear…
But steel raged and raged again,
Sibilant blood hissed and froth hissed,
The Cossack covered the valley
With foes corpses by all his might,
By skill of Sich and war campaign
On glorious Don brothers taught him fight.
Yet Cossack kills hordemen in riverford,
Fear starts to embrace hordemen:
-This is shaitan!
Not a Cossack!
But Cossack grins in long mustache:
-I'm not at first kicks ass of shaitans!
Now you'll realize who's the Cossack,
That known among the folk as Mak
And again, the steel in close combat
Clashing above the raging water,
The river floods subhumans dead
No strength, no power can't broke Cossack.
But behold the black betrayal coming:
Dreg, rabble sneaked up from behind,
He's assassin with reptile soul,
He's all for sale, just give a coin.
On quite the traitor raised his weapon,
Gunshot pealed wide above the river
And Cossack fell on horse's back.
-It's end of Cossack! Mak is dead!
The hordemen rushed straight to him
But Cossack severely looked at them:
-No, cutthroats, I am not dead,
For I shall bloom among my folk!
Cutthroats raising up their weapons:
-The blossom of your life had left you!
Now, Cossack, how we shall do:
To poppy seeds by sabers cut you!..
The hordemen shredded, cut the warrior,
His white body fell onto the ground,
And like a seeds it had grew up,
At summer it blossomed with poppy red…
The hordemen and a jewlike traitor
Are long forgotten by my land's folk,
For morbid harvest of their traice
Was overgrown by wild dead weeds.
And poppyflowers are still blossoming, -
For ages they bloom in wide expanse,
In plait of girl and in the vast field!
And poppyflowers are blossoming!


11. Oy na Hori... / ОЙ на Горі...

(no lyrics available)


12. DER SCHARLACHROTE TOD

(instrumental)


13. WIND FROM THE MOUNTAINS (SPRING IS COMING)

The first furious thunder peals
Are piercing the fresh air -
Such as always it was, in the spring on Our Land
Thunderstorms are washing the last snow away…

The wardrums of Spring are beating -
This rataplan sounds with rains and thunders.
That drums are messengers of the first grass,
Cold mists are coming with them side by side.

On the rivers, the mud blurred ice melting down,
It is carried away with a streams -
No reason to resist - Spring is coming;
Inevitable is ices death it s being broken and crushed

On the trees branches somewhere there are
Blackening leaves that left from the autumn…
Nothing will remain - Spring will sweep all away
With hailstorms. And burn all decrepit.

It s smoke shalt exalt to the height,
Where blue skies are streaked with clouds:
Wind rushing down from Carpathian mountains
Shalt momentary tear the smoke in pieces…

Wind from the mountains brings the Spring on,
Sowing it's snowdrops in steppes over Dnipro,
For he's still remember this sorrowful land
That he chained in winter with frost.

Wind brings the Spring to the Ukraine
From Carpathian mountains to the glorious Don river!
In summer it shalt blossom in Thcigiryn woods,
And in autumn return back home…
By rains...