Kruk Œmierci
Ziemio s³owiañska rodzicielko.
Spocz¹³em martwy w twych ramionach.
Nieœwiadom, ch³odny, w ciemnoœciach wiecznoœci.
Ze œmierteln¹ ran¹,
Z przekleñstwem na ustach,
Odszed³em do królestwa Cienia.
Moje cia³o ju¿ dawno zgniê³o,
A prochy porozrzuca³ Wiatr.
Wœród lasów, ³¹k i masywu gór.
Przy blasku czarnych, lesñych Ogni,
Szcz¹tki znów stan¹ siê moim cia³em.
Pan Cienia odejmie stygmat œmierci.
Moc gromu natchnie mnie znów ¯yciem.
Wœród œpiewu starych Drzew,
Z ziemi wyloni siê zczernia³y miecz.
Powstanê, aby siê mœciæ!
W róg zadmê najdonoœlniej,
Znów groŸnie zabrzmi wilczy zew.
Legiony wojów porwê do walki,
Dzikie k³y bêd¹ szarpaæ i gryŸæ.
Gdy nów nastanie nieprzenikniony,
Pop³ynie rzeka krwi.
I to co musi w niej utonie!
Teraz powracam, a zw¹ mnie Krukiem Œmierci
The Raven of Death
Slavonic Land, Mother!
I rested dead in Your arms.
Unconscious, cold, in dark eternity,
Deadly wounded,
With a curse flowing up of my mouth,
I left for the Kingdom of Shadow.
My flesh had rotten long ago,
And the ashes were scattered by wind...
Amidst forests, meadows and a mountain massif.
By the glow of black forest fires,
The remains will turn into flesh again.
The Lord of Thunder will infuse me with life again.
Amidst the singing of old trees,
A blackened sword will emerge from the ground.
I am rising to take revenge!
I will blow the horn as strongly as I can,
Once more the wolfish call will sound threateningly.
Legions of warriors I will carry away to fight;
Wild fangs will tear and b***.
When the new moon comes impenetrable,
A river of blood shall flow.
And what has to shall come to the bottom of it!
Now I am coming back, and I am called The Raven of Death!
Ziemio s³owiañska rodzicielko.
Spocz¹³em martwy w twych ramionach.
Nieœwiadom, ch³odny, w ciemnoœciach wiecznoœci.
Ze œmierteln¹ ran¹,
Z przekleñstwem na ustach,
Odszed³em do królestwa Cienia.
Moje cia³o ju¿ dawno zgniê³o,
A prochy porozrzuca³ Wiatr.
Wœród lasów, ³¹k i masywu gór.
Przy blasku czarnych, lesñych Ogni,
Szcz¹tki znów stan¹ siê moim cia³em.
Pan Cienia odejmie stygmat œmierci.
Moc gromu natchnie mnie znów ¯yciem.
Wœród œpiewu starych Drzew,
Z ziemi wyloni siê zczernia³y miecz.
Powstanê, aby siê mœciæ!
W róg zadmê najdonoœlniej,
Znów groŸnie zabrzmi wilczy zew.
Legiony wojów porwê do walki,
Dzikie k³y bêd¹ szarpaæ i gryŸæ.
Gdy nów nastanie nieprzenikniony,
Pop³ynie rzeka krwi.
I to co musi w niej utonie!
Teraz powracam, a zw¹ mnie Krukiem Œmierci
The Raven of Death
Slavonic Land, Mother!
I rested dead in Your arms.
Unconscious, cold, in dark eternity,
Deadly wounded,
With a curse flowing up of my mouth,
I left for the Kingdom of Shadow.
My flesh had rotten long ago,
And the ashes were scattered by wind...
Amidst forests, meadows and a mountain massif.
By the glow of black forest fires,
The remains will turn into flesh again.
The Lord of Thunder will infuse me with life again.
Amidst the singing of old trees,
A blackened sword will emerge from the ground.
I am rising to take revenge!
I will blow the horn as strongly as I can,
Once more the wolfish call will sound threateningly.
Legions of warriors I will carry away to fight;
Wild fangs will tear and b***.
When the new moon comes impenetrable,
A river of blood shall flow.
And what has to shall come to the bottom of it!
Now I am coming back, and I am called The Raven of Death!