...Mouts of ashes, rivers of blood, songs of the wind, three roads...
…Mountains of ashes, rivers of blood, songs of the wind, three roads…
The essence of Christian faith was executed in the pagan forests
For the invasion of the land of ancestors
For the deaths of sisters and brothers…
The dance of fire is pure and vivid
Witch is burning in the flaming embrace.
The crowd is watching how she is quickly flying to hell,
The skies are being filled with screams of agony and pain…
…Mountains of ashes, rivers of blood, songs of the wind, three roads…
Soon the blizzards will carry her soul
And bury it in the Moist Mother Earth.
…And the ashes will be spread across the native land,
Where her sleep will not be disturbed by the christian faith…
So let us bow to the God of Death,
Call up the hordes of pagan warriors,
Let the courage burn like fire in the hearts,
Let the blood be washed off with blood!
And the day of vengeance will come, the songs of the dead will be heard.
I am pagan and give an oath to give my life in the name of justice.
…Mountains of ashes, rivers of blood, songs of the wind, three roads…
…Burning Times…