What is not like in Ancient times now –
Why all is sorrowful and begrimed?..
Why the Ancestral Wisdom lost;
Why the Blood Brotherhood forgotten is?..

Alas, all the [bad word] was gone, [bad word] was gone and the false arose!..
Clouds are gathered, covered the Sky,
Ghastly impending over woods and fields…

With the stellar eyes, from the Firmament
Forefathers still gaze and wondering:
Folk [bad word]  is in deathlike slumber,
Sleeping they don’t see the [bad word] grief!

Mounds and Cromlechs – devastate are;
Cut down are Our Sacred Groves;
Tales forgotten are, and [bad word] are lost;
Forbidden are Swords and Solar Signs…

Dead Rivers are flowing like a tears
And the Land is desolate like a scorched ground;
All doors and windows in huts closed are –
All the bolts and bars are locked up…

Only in the Forge someone still hammering,
Of the Blood Identity forging the Spiritsteel…
Dawn [bad word] forth [bad word]  reawakes!
Hammer of Spirit beating incessant…

Identity of Blood shalt unite again
Our Warriors with a Bonds of Oath;
That’s why Forger didn’t sleep in evil night –
With Thunders He sworn than Folk shalt arise!!!