Pagan Reign (RUS) : Spark of Glory and Revival of Ancient Greatness
Lyrics
TO THE DARKNESS OF CENTURIES
I raise my hands up to the sky
Calling to my ancestors
Walking among fir-trees
Of the aged ancient forest
I dive in centuries of slumber
I recognize my old gods
I see my fatherland of past days
Where the eternal beauty reigns
Possessing mighty ancient force
I step into the darkness of ages
Where wisdom of the elders lurks
And Pagan Gods rule our nations
WIND TO THE PAST
Winds are tearing along the old wood
Disturbing the lifeless calm
From the bowels of earth my song it comes
About the days back in time
That song strokes the leaves on the tops of old oaks
And water of crystal-clear lake
It tells of ancestors, of wisdom of gods
Of joy and of grief and disgrace
It speaks about glory, that lies in the past
And honour defeating our foe
Recalling the mighty and valiant hearts
Who ruled our land long ago
Go on, oh, warrior fight for your tribes
Intimidating your odds
The song of forests will be your warcry
Destroying the enemy lords*
Oh, wind of the past bring your power and might
To help your daughters and sons!
Let the slavic root grow again to the light
Of beautiful life-giving sun
The wind blows so hard
Piercing the flesh of time
The sound of old wind's rhyme
Brings power in our blood
IMMORTAL TRIBE
Don't cry, that is all in vain
Dawn is gone for me and you
At the place of birches' lane
Weeds of Christian lier grew
We will raise our swords and fight
For our oak-grove till the end
Foes will fall from slavic might
They won't trespass our land
Don't give up, don't lose your honour
Wipe your tears and hold your steel
Open eyes keep looking forward
There're still many foes to kill
We have sworn before lord Perun
To keep ancestors' precepts
And we shall never forget them
Even in the drunkenness
Heave a sigh and keep your temper
Don't forget to praise the gods
Make your generous sacrifices
Ride to battle, fight the odds
Lead us onto battlefield
Lead us, noble prince
Let us fight with slavic hands
On the side that wins
Don't surrender to the foe
We'll never retreat
Tempered steel shines in the sunlight
Reaping them like wheat
SPILLED BLOOD
We lived once long ago in a pleasant land
Ignorant of lies and deciet
We trusted ourselves, everyone was a friend
No anger, no envy, no greed
Our spirit was strong like a trunk of old oak
Our strength - like a powerful wind
For gods we were spilling our blood on a rock
Defending our home and our kin
Every warrior knew while holding his sword
There's no power stronger than Perun's
You shouldn't neglect it, when enemy horde
Brings in our land war and chaos
We spilled our blood on the ground of this land
And it will belong to us ever
Foes burn at the dawn their fires in vain
They won't break our order, oh, never
But ages went by, we forgot the old times
But power of earth, it's not gone
Awakening power in our slavic hearts
Giving strength to everyone
Every slav was wise as an owl of the night
And strong as a pack of wild wolfs
And his mother-earth ever gave him the might
In unity lives slavic force
THE KEEPER OF ANTIQUITY
Once upon a time
In the darkness of ages
Before sacred annals
Had even appeared
The keeper was born of
The northern secret
Untiring guardian
Of the slavic root
He has been obliged
To keep truth of ancestors
Revealing its wisdom
To young and stupid minds
They gather, the children
Of glorious homeland
To absorb the wisdom
This great mental might
To behold the power
Of gods in their glory
To feel cosmic balance
And grasp sence of life
He keeps living on
Through the aeons and aeons
He still stands somewhere
In our wild ancient woods
PAGAN REIGN
Here they stay, the valiant warriors
Mother-homeland's faithful sons
Watching skies with gloomy sights
Where is Svarga? Somewhere. Gone
We are bold sons of brave Leda
Perun's father. Him we serve
But the evil cross of Jesus
Stikes with plague mother-earth
Oh, we see it, great old mother
Tears of grief. We see them clearly.
Your children have forgotten
About you and house of Iriy
They live and do not remember
Their ancestors of the past days
Heroes and eternal glory
Gods of thunder, gods of sun rays
But that cannot last forever
For the gods are still in heaven
They'll give power, strength and might
To their sons of slavic kind
Kolovrat will ride the land
And with his powerful hand
He will raise old tribes again
For eternal pagan reign
I raise my hands up to the sky
Calling to my ancestors
Walking among fir-trees
Of the aged ancient forest
I dive in centuries of slumber
I recognize my old gods
I see my fatherland of past days
Where the eternal beauty reigns
Possessing mighty ancient force
I step into the darkness of ages
Where wisdom of the elders lurks
And Pagan Gods rule our nations
WIND TO THE PAST
Winds are tearing along the old wood
Disturbing the lifeless calm
From the bowels of earth my song it comes
About the days back in time
That song strokes the leaves on the tops of old oaks
And water of crystal-clear lake
It tells of ancestors, of wisdom of gods
Of joy and of grief and disgrace
It speaks about glory, that lies in the past
And honour defeating our foe
Recalling the mighty and valiant hearts
Who ruled our land long ago
Go on, oh, warrior fight for your tribes
Intimidating your odds
The song of forests will be your warcry
Destroying the enemy lords*
Oh, wind of the past bring your power and might
To help your daughters and sons!
Let the slavic root grow again to the light
Of beautiful life-giving sun
The wind blows so hard
Piercing the flesh of time
The sound of old wind's rhyme
Brings power in our blood
IMMORTAL TRIBE
Don't cry, that is all in vain
Dawn is gone for me and you
At the place of birches' lane
Weeds of Christian lier grew
We will raise our swords and fight
For our oak-grove till the end
Foes will fall from slavic might
They won't trespass our land
Don't give up, don't lose your honour
Wipe your tears and hold your steel
Open eyes keep looking forward
There're still many foes to kill
We have sworn before lord Perun
To keep ancestors' precepts
And we shall never forget them
Even in the drunkenness
Heave a sigh and keep your temper
Don't forget to praise the gods
Make your generous sacrifices
Ride to battle, fight the odds
Lead us onto battlefield
Lead us, noble prince
Let us fight with slavic hands
On the side that wins
Don't surrender to the foe
We'll never retreat
Tempered steel shines in the sunlight
Reaping them like wheat
SPILLED BLOOD
We lived once long ago in a pleasant land
Ignorant of lies and deciet
We trusted ourselves, everyone was a friend
No anger, no envy, no greed
Our spirit was strong like a trunk of old oak
Our strength - like a powerful wind
For gods we were spilling our blood on a rock
Defending our home and our kin
Every warrior knew while holding his sword
There's no power stronger than Perun's
You shouldn't neglect it, when enemy horde
Brings in our land war and chaos
We spilled our blood on the ground of this land
And it will belong to us ever
Foes burn at the dawn their fires in vain
They won't break our order, oh, never
But ages went by, we forgot the old times
But power of earth, it's not gone
Awakening power in our slavic hearts
Giving strength to everyone
Every slav was wise as an owl of the night
And strong as a pack of wild wolfs
And his mother-earth ever gave him the might
In unity lives slavic force
THE KEEPER OF ANTIQUITY
Once upon a time
In the darkness of ages
Before sacred annals
Had even appeared
The keeper was born of
The northern secret
Untiring guardian
Of the slavic root
He has been obliged
To keep truth of ancestors
Revealing its wisdom
To young and stupid minds
They gather, the children
Of glorious homeland
To absorb the wisdom
This great mental might
To behold the power
Of gods in their glory
To feel cosmic balance
And grasp sence of life
He keeps living on
Through the aeons and aeons
He still stands somewhere
In our wild ancient woods
PAGAN REIGN
Here they stay, the valiant warriors
Mother-homeland's faithful sons
Watching skies with gloomy sights
Where is Svarga? Somewhere. Gone
We are bold sons of brave Leda
Perun's father. Him we serve
But the evil cross of Jesus
Stikes with plague mother-earth
Oh, we see it, great old mother
Tears of grief. We see them clearly.
Your children have forgotten
About you and house of Iriy
They live and do not remember
Their ancestors of the past days
Heroes and eternal glory
Gods of thunder, gods of sun rays
But that cannot last forever
For the gods are still in heaven
They'll give power, strength and might
To their sons of slavic kind
Kolovrat will ride the land
And with his powerful hand
He will raise old tribes again
For eternal pagan reign
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