Righteous battle
Pagan reign
Slavic lands seem to lose any hope
The peace will not come here soon
Suppressed by the roar of the mob
The truth fled away to the moon
The peace will not come here soon
Suppressed by the roar of the mob
The truth fled away to the moon
What's left of the glory of past days
Mere words and the shadows of wood
Delight left this green sunny valleys
And darkness fell down like a hood
But those ones, who hear the voices
That whisper old rhymes in the night
Didn't die despite of heavy losses
For land of ancestors they'll fight
Clear waters fast streaming and raging
Shall rise high and with cold winds merge
The powers of great Mother-Nature
Shall light fires of the holy purge
Some fir trees will grow on the barrens
Born of holy life-giving rain
The immortal nation of Sloven
Will populate this lands again
And thunderstorm over the meadows
Will deliver message of gods
The downpour of so needed freedom
Will stream like a river downwards
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Mais ouvidas de Pagan reign
ver todas as músicas- Nemesis
- Iconoclast
- In Winter Embraces
- Depression
- Force of Will
- Bloody Memories
- The Shroud
- Bylina About Sviatoslav
- ...Worth Hating For
- Destinies Of Bygone Faith
- Radegast
- Epitaph
- Righteous Battle
- First Arrows On A Battlefield
- Slavonian Brotherhood
- Anger Of The Slavonian Gods
- The Missing Link
- Ghost In The Machine
- Control
- M.d.t.