Tvangeste
Firestorm
1. Raven (Under The Raven's Black Wings)
[Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko]
Under the Raven's black wings
The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling
Troubling the heads of sleeping trees
The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds' eyes.
The raven in the moon's eyes is as black as a wound
Under the black raven's wings
The heated battle rages on mercilessly
Shooting a myriad of arrows into the sky
Breaking spears on the steel armor
Pushing masses of corpses on the ground.
Breaking into the twilight, cry, clang of iron
And stamping of the hooves, shaking the earth,
Saturating earth with the proud blood of warriors.
The swords shatter human lives,
The steel was shining and the air was getting hot
From the menacing breath of people's wrath.
And through the countless hordes of enemies
Dripping drops of life on the way
Through the dirt of Christ servants' rows
Leaving the funeral fires behind
Moving apart those who came to give death
The warriors of free nation are stepping firm
On the native land, pushing away the unwanted
Paving the way to the victory with blood.
My life is flowing through the veins of trees
My love blossoms in the field
My faith is breathing in the crowns of trees
[repeat]
Two powerful armies were getting closer
And gnawed deep wounds in each other.
On this crowd of mixed lives
Sinking in rage and other people's blood
The raven is circling, exaggerating the flame of war
But Prussian sword is a true reward
For those who came to strangle freedom
For those who brought suffering to our land
For those who wanted to entangle with lies
And wrath held a sword
And stroke the unwanted ceaselessly
For troubling gods
For that the brothers will not see another dawn
Under the Raven's black wings
The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling
Troubling the heads of sleeping trees
The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds' eyes.
The raven in the moon's eyes is as black as a wound
Under the black raven's wings
2. Birth Of The Hero
[Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko]
The spirit of Prussia will burn in hearts
Until the holy flame of Perkuno is burning
In the heart of sacred woods
Invisible for eyes of simple mortals
The thunder announces the birth of the hero
In nightly silence of the sleeping earth
And the lightning's brightening the baby's face
And his first cry that breaks the darkness.
And fierce wind echoes the baby's cry
And thrills the sky, anticipating the events
Tears off the leaves from ancient trees,
Rejoices the great omen.
The new-born mind as blank paper,
Clean, empty and light like the calm surface of water,
As the grown sprout tears the air apart,
Gathers dust of life on the fresh leaves.
And with the long root absorbing dirt
From all that are going to rotten near
The sprout is hardening, it doesn't want to,
But it will wither like those near that couldn't leave.
Born to be Defender of Native Land
Born to be rain, giving life
Born to be free as a proud bird
Flying in the sky
Born to be stronger than the sword and the storm
Born to be the river's flow
Born to be boiling wolf's blood
to be Flame of Hope
Born to be himself amongst the lost souls
The black hands of storm-clouds are clenching the sun
The wind is bringing anxiety, thrilling the ear.
Beyond the dark horizon the seed of war is ripening
Bringing the smell of death.
The warrior will fight for his people,
For the rivers and forests of grey gods,
For the holy flame of Perkuno
The sunlight is fading...
The day is dying away scratching the sky with its last rays
The last quiet day before the war
The last calm before the storm
The ground is trembling already
And Prussia stands still awaiting
3. Fire In Our Hearts
[Music by Nikolay Kazmin, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko]
The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding
The wood is scarlet and splashes sparkles high
The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves
Imbued with the black smoke of death.
Human beings, animals and birds are leaving
The road of black storm-cloud, Christians.
The gods are angry with uninvited guests
Who brought lie with the cross to the proud nation.
The calm is cut with bloody sword
The country is burning
What did their god bring suffer to our lands for?
What did so many souls die for?
The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground
And washing off the gore from the faces
The sword is lighter with truth
The spirit is stronger with faith
Our hands possess the power
Our hearts have got the flame
The defeat is greater than death
Child's tears hurt more than wounds
The spirit is stronger with faith
Our hearts have got the flame
Iron peal of wrath
Deafens the cry of rain
The night is not as black as the sky
The horses are faster than the arrows
The anger is stronger than the swords
The battle devours people
Like a swarm of bees
The heart is breathing in the heart of the forest
The soul of the great Prussian land is alive
Perkuno's flame is burning lighting the way
It's burning and warming the souls of proud people
Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring,
And no storm can ruin it.
Perkuno's flame is burning lighting the way.
Thunder proclaims the terrible might
The horses are moving back, the hands cannot hold the arms
The Christ's army feared the courage of defenders
The brave warriors will never kneel.
4. Perkuno's Flame
[Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Naturelle and Alexander Marchenko]
But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords?
But why does the cross not lead to victory?
Their warriors are hard as oaks
Gods are placing swords in our hands
The wind is turning flame to your side
The faith unites us
The cross will not replace the forests and the free sky
Braiding the rivers
Blowing out the Fire of suffering
Rooting out the trees
The wind is carrying lives into eternity
The moon will light the path to infinity
The rain will build a wall and block your way
Heat in the heart will break off the breath of death
Giving freedom to the soul for good
The lightning cuts short the paths leading our enemies to it
The clouds are condensing
The enemies are crowding
The feast of a new threat
Grew up above the injured land
The moon born bloody
With a fierce eye of destiny
Is strangling last hope
Is strangling last pleas
The last cry of shadows is burying the wolfs' howl
The spirit of woods will call to be winds again
The crucified wanted to drown woods in blood
Taking the last that could save
The ruins of mendacious words are gnawed by worms
The last eyes are ready to wait for the victories
The Holly land is swallowed alive
Perkuno flame will not stop burning
5. Godless Freedom
[Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron]
Undying Sun of Native Land!
The blood is not as purple as you are
The clouds of smoke
Are black stains on your body
The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas
Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains
With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders
The sword crashed down on the defenders' land
Undying Sun of Native Land!
The blood is not as purple as you are
The clouds of smoke
Are black stains on your body
The land was burning with sorrow and wrath
And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart
I close my eyes
No way. No escape
From the cries and moans
The land was burning with sorrow and wrath
And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart
I close my eyes
No way. No escape
From the cries and moans
Oh, mighty gods, where are you
Suffering and pain set in on our land!
Oh, mighty gods, where are you
(turned away, forgot, don't see)
Suffering and pain set in on our land!
We asked for protection
You did not hear us
We prayed for salvation, but -
You did not answer our prayers
No answer, hence, no hope...
Oh, mighty gods
With your name on our lips
Our warriors went to the world of darkness
No answer - hence -
No hope...
THERE IS!
The god will die without a man
But will a man die without a god?
No, no!
And we will prove it...
6. Storm
[Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron]
Fight, Freedom and Sword
Is all that You need in this Storm!
Be a leader
The Storm will be Your guide to the Domain of Pain!
And Darkness will show You the truth of the obsolete days
And You have to find your way among a million ways!
Oh ruthless Destiny!
Why are You so cruel?
All of us pray to You
(Because all of You live by the rules...like sheeps in a herd)
[repeat]
In the name of Mind
Open your heart to my words!
In the name of Honour
Shake off the veil of sleep from your conscience!
In the name of Strength
Purge the centuries-old Christian plague from your souls
In the name of Death
Break free for you are a free man!
To be or not to be -
There's no such question!
To be! But to be what?
A weak-willed sheep that's taken to the slaughter house
Or a proud wolf
Whose heart is filled with freedom?
What's in your eyes, a Human?
Fear or rage?
Blind submission or Resistance?
Love and respect your friends
And let your enemies die!
Every sheep needs a shepherd
Every shepherd needs a sheep for his flock.
They are walking to the horizon of their ideas
Trampling the sprouts of freedom and despising pride
But rise above the Earth and you will see
WHERE this herd is heading...
It's heading to the precipices
There is no judge for you except for your god - lie!
The heavenly kingdom is prepared for the obedient - lie!
Bringing the good, drowning in blood
Giving love with fire and sword
The grief and fear of innocent eyes
The burning villages, the ruined world
The faith killed by greed
Isn't it a black stain on you?
7. Tears (Tears willwash Off The Blood From My Sword)
[Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Vladimir Zgursky]
The wind blended the smoke of fires with the breath of the swamp
The deadly embrace grips us in its iron claws
No way out, but we will face the death
The sword or bog is better then the enemy's scaffold
Yes, we entreated, but gods did not heed our prayers
The hatred tightens round your neck harder than the noose
The crusaders stamp across our native lands
The Steel craves for the battlefield
Our hands shake with trepidation yet resolved to fight
We know we cannot save our land
We know that today we will join our ancestors
No grumble, we are not appealing to gods anymore
Our earthly paths seem to be gone through
The enemies' camps are promising loss with their fires
The blood is getting cold in veins from the enemies horses' neighing
Close is the moment when the heart will beat faster
The armors will reflect the bloody dusk
Blood will flow like boundless river
Endless will be mothers' sorrow
The clouds will close the land forever
The land most dear to us
The arrows fly overhead in the name of Compassion
The daggers buried in our backs in the name of Righteousness
The swords cut our hearts out in the name of Divine Mercy
Those who did not want to betray their gods and fathers
The swords are a hundred lightnings like the token of misfortune
The fear of death is stamped into the swampy dirt
Craving for murder and insanity, close connection.
Hiss of the bowstring, peal and moan, the troops mixed
Those who brought the teaching of Christ to our land
Under the mask of endless good
They came to make the people kneel
And make us cattle
The flame in sacred thicket died away
And cold welded the whole world right away
And merely the curtain of cold rain
Coupled with despair is ruling here
They came to make the people kneel
And make us cattle
The heart is beating in the cage like a bird without wings
The grief is tearing souls to pieces
The sky is tearing itself apart with a helpless moan
The helpless moan of our Motherland
Under the attack of the welded in steel
The strangers bringing destruction
The land of fathers is shaking and no use
To entreat the Gods for help
I see the Raven... His wings are ousting sky
He's soaring above the death like a black shadow
That's the soul of Prussian land.
Tears will wash off blood from my sword
The raindrops will extinguish the fire of hatred in my heart
And with the pure sense of a free man
I will head for Eternity via the path of Glory...
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