Song | From The Pagan Vastlands |
Artist | Behemoth |
Album | At The Arena Ov Aion - Live Apostasy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Tomasz | |
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! |
zuo qu : Tomasz | |
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 bogakryza! |
zuò qǔ : Tomasz | |
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 bogakryza! |