From the Pagan Vastlands

	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
	At 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
	To the lands of mighty
	Empire Others even think about us with fear
	We invaded a state with a sword
	In our 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 the past
	Are torturing our souls
	Whispering in the dark
	They will come again
	To reign supreme
	Believe my words
	From unrememberence
	From Fire and
	Water From the sacred woods
	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-krzyza!

	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
	At 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
	To the lands of mighty
	Empire Others even think about us with fear
	We invaded a state with a sword
	In our 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 the past
	Are torturing our souls
	Whispering in the dark
	They will come again
	To reign supreme
	Believe my words
	From unrememberence
	From Fire and
	Water From the sacred woods
	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 bogakrzyza!