Vocals by HERSZT: My broken sword lies in grass, wet and rusted My pagan soul flies to new better world My dying God of all brave is insulted Bastards who killed him are creeping in gold
My skies are open and that is my hope new My spirit will come back and help my friends My ancestors, give me thunder of holy cloud Weapon is ready, just ready to take
Vocals by REMO: Never give up, remember old prediction Of Pagans victory, and Never forget the sign of shining sun On your flag Never again your axe will fall beyond Your enemies Never give up-feel power from the sky
Vocals by HERSZT: All the time I remember what's my fate All the time I know that it's not too late...