Interpret:

Behemoth

Album:

Sventevith (Storming Near The Baltic)

From the land which hasn't enter 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 the mighty Empire 
Others even think about with fear 
We invaded a state with 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 here again 
To reign supreme 
Believe my words... 
From unremembrance 
From Fire and Water 
From the sacred woods 
Ancient Wolves gather 
From the burnt Arkona 
... 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 !!!