Barbarous Pomerania все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

In battles berskerk in mortal fight
In flash of swords and axes
When Perun with his Hammer is sending thunders
When panzer detachments going to combat
Where Sea of Blood is seeping in soil
Where warriors are steping in blood
Where Strzybog gales are wildest
The Sun is scorching with his heat

Many winters cross of christ was stained soil
The Land of Pomeranians people called Weneds
Cross has desecrated and destroyed land
Before folk was brave and daring
Christian Germans leg crushed
Devastated Mother Pomerania land
Devastated holy forests and groves
Chopped and burned statues of Gods

Among boundless fields were born cereal
On rivers, lakes and Baltic Sea
In cities, countries on mountains and valleys
In Slavonic nation hidden
Those were in minds and hearts spark of Culture
Born in mission to keep Idea
Like flames of fire and splash of water
Mighty of (in) faith, like steel of feeling

My heart beats for these forests and fileds
Where swamps,rivers and sheet of ice
My soul takes from them power of existance
Sun wraps tuft of golden cereal
Trees are green and luscious
In every hole of that fertile soil
Ashes of ancestors
And enormity of old Slavic treasures

From abyss of ages
Spiritis from steel
Knights-farmers
Bound by Secret
Burning hearts full of ancient glory
Race of conquerors
Immortal in battle
White wolves,lonely brutals

For the fortune of destroyed irons of humiliation
For this, that we dont live anymore in eternal shame
For this, that poison has stopped strangle our throats
For this, that cross of weak christ doesnt burn and doesnt prosecute
For this, that biblical sin is ordinary absurd
Im raising horn with drink and my right hand to Sun
Im crushing sacriface provender
Im swearing an oath

Song of ages carries loud
Fires burn in boundless forests
Gales blow resonantly
Like our forefathers did before
In difficulty of hard wrok
Blood on battlefield
Sweat on plow teared soil
Stars wane near dawn

Born from this land
Different but still Slavonic blood
Hearing urge of Ancient Gods
Growned into Hero
Man who has created new thought
Myth for his nation and land
Wished to progress,power and glory
Imperium of great Slavia

We came from East ,from wild forests and fields
From land of rivers, and mountains snowing tops
We have change that Asiatic cradle on Europe heart
Northern area of wild primeval forests and marshlands
Here our fatherland has been created
White Gods gave us power of conquest
Struggle power, knowledge from leaders
Northern folks worn animal skin and armours

Whispering swords, burning eyes
On Armour , wearing animal skin
With great proficiency and Slavonic artistry
With passion of Old Faith
Proud under banner of their harsh Gods
In noble glory ,without any fear
With power of fire thunder
With spear and javelin