| From the land which hasn't entered yet into the history | |
| From the depths of swamps we are bringing | |
| Proudly our name | |
| As night, kissing the moonlight -rebel children living in twilight | |
| Like wolves... ...some named us so... union with people from the sign | |
| Of the half moon | |
| To crush the golden walls of earthly heaven | |
| To strangle the pestilence | |
| Th the lands of mighty | |
| Empire Others even think about us with fear | |
| We invaded a state with a sword | |
| In ours hands | |
| Roma means nothing | |
| In the land of | |
| Slavs Today forests sing about the legend | |
| Long forgotten spirits | |
| Whose names nobody remembers now | |
| Waiting their day to reborn | |
| Their visions of past | |
| Are torturing our souls | |
| Whispering in the dark | |
| They will come again | |
| To reign supreme | |
| Believe my woods | |
| From unrememberance | |
| From Fire and | |
| Water Ancient powers gather | |
| From the burnt | |
| Arcona ... | |
| From the Pagan | |
| Vastlands! | |
| Black horse rides across the sky | |
| With a sword we will open the amber gates of | |
| Nawia! Dzieci | |
| Svantevitha nienawidza | |
| Chrystusa! | |
| Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidza boga-kryza! |