From the Pagan Vastlands - Live In Krakow, 2001

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 !