Dark waters flow
In the cold winter night.
You're wandering,
Searching for old memories.
Your soul is torn apart,
Shreds of thoughts come into your mind.
Nothing but grief
And suffering inside.
Flame of hate
Fills up your wounded heart.
Faces from the past
Call for revenge.
Ancient rites turned into dust.
Forgotten hymns
Are never to be sung again.
They destroyed
All that you had before,
Blinded by greed
And fanaticism.
Shades of ancient glory
Burning under the lucid stars.
Only forest whispers
Unwritten legends
Fallen into oblivion.
Stand up and fight!
Avenge the harms
They've done to you,
Proud pagan son
Of sacred land!
Lighten the darkness
Of conspiracy in silence.
Thou shalt prevail
By the sacred sign
Of Svantevit!