Lyrics:

(Music by Vidar and Herr Doktor, lyrics by Vidar)

O'er crimson moonlight, mirk Poets, lengthering Shadows
Revealed dismay impurity hidden there
In oestrus forest elegies, bloomed in twilight gray
By sirens of Arkona, Slavon' Gods swore, never to fade away...

Stillness impales me, throughout the years I've yearned
For thy embrace, for shadows pure, Oeuvre pagan mine
Lurking with the caves of mist and lunar feeble shine
Preternaturally ambient like an aery lullaby...

Oaken God, thy sword arise, With majesty to thee such own
Thy folk shall never thee despise, like shall do Jesus Fucking Christ!
Remember them when pagan fire, from skies in rains shall burn the holy soil

Wrath... As the Statues Wooden were
Arisen to life and with the troops of pagas
New era was 'bout to begin
Now... For Volk and Heathen Race
We, like the gods of human Thoughts
To Heavens rise our Bows and Swords

Ako Orol, ktory hniezdo svoje pred supmi chrani
Tak I Hromovladca Perun, pohansku zem
A hoc sam uz minulost nenavratim
Ja, v boji za narod, I zomriet hodlam pren...

Barefeet, wandering through the gardens of the past
Among the founts of long-forgotten lays
With the sagas of the fallen leaves and tragedies the sunsets wrote
Shall witness crucifixion of the Nazarene again!

Waterfalls they flow with different waters every time
But my pride remains unchanged with every drop that passes
By my side, wishing I could rise my sword, to see the thunder
Striking 'bove the Perun's oaken stand...

Roses of darkest colour, the embers flame devours
The memory of the Dark-Age but still bright and free
And though the curtain untorn remains, I vow to thee
That my faith for pagan race shall live eternally...

For Dark - Age Philosophy