In the forests of eternal dreaming
Old oaks lighted up by the fullmoon's light
The coldness of dungeon touches the inside of wooden maze
From the womb of the mother –wolf I was born
The witches foretold in the hearts of my enemies
In the midnight I took a pledge
Quickly I fell in love with the taste of steel
For ages waiting for its denudation
The final triumph
The pure barbarity 

O howl to the moon for support in my battle
The moon, symbol of purity, the essence of beauty
I [bad word] the sun, rising again and again
In brightness of bloody light, steel holocaust
I received hails from the northern side
of snowcovered Carpathians
The light breath of nightmare, as a sign
I summon the iron powers, cavalry of my brothers
From the land of armageddish fields 

I am the bard of eastern lands... 

I lead my brothers for death [bad word] 
In glory of victory my armies rise
Barbarian tribes with fury of [bad word] 
With axes reach the sky, hiding usurpator in their wings
Call the clouds, desecrating all the holiness
Hurt bodies on the snow, Pandemonium burns
This battle is a rebellion, rebirth o old traditions
Mystical [bad word] is the paradise to the [bad word] warriors
There they attain eternity and sit high on the throne 

Pagan nations [bad word] united
Mighty bards received their long awaited silence
Slavs returned to their villages and woods
Pagan frights of heavenly [bad word] dispelled
...I opened the door to the higher then stars knowledge
And took a long walk throughout the unknown dimensions
As the sigh of fullmoon, is damnation I shall rise