FROM THE PAGAN VASTLANDS
Nergal

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 [bad word] the golden walls of earthly heaven
To strangle the pestilence
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 [bad word] again
To reign supreme
Believe my woods 

From umrememberence
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!