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• Artiste: Temnozor
• Titre: "...In the Crowns of ancient Oaks..."
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In the crowns of ancient oaks The wind is crying silent... Among the rainy clouds yet to thunder The face of Perun is grim. Stars are falling from the sky And the moon, it shines weak... Those russian men, who denied the cross, Will they ever find their home once again? The greedy hands of the jew - In filth they dressed Rus' And the lying tongue of christ - Twisted the minds of the folk. The images of the true Gods Were drowned in the rivers And the proud druids and sorcerers - They all were murdered by the betrayers. Where are you now - The armies of Perun, Those, who were faithful Until their death? Drunk with blood They all sleep in these houses of snow. The wolf and black raven Sing the lullabies to them, And the sorrowful rays of moon Light the pale faces of the Pagan warriors. On the bitter wind of sorrow Flying above the fields of battle On the black wings of mourning Two sisters Zhelya and Karna. And the song of the maiden-swans Is heard all around the Russian Land And the strings of all lires are torn The whistles cry everywhere... But I forsee the day When the crosses will burn When priests won't find any mercy Even in the churches of their "god". Then the hymns to the ancient Gods Will be sung again. And the russian people will spit In the lying eyes of the crucified jew.