- Apocalypto
No wolf's howls and mute winds
Fog and the heavy sky above
The sea... waves...
Storn on the sea! Storm on Earth!
And I could hear the worlds!...
Closed eyes: black birds were quiet
As night of dark was cold
- At the Pagan Samhain Night
Dark was the sky and cold was this night
I saw in dusk the shifting stars
Inside the circle of mysterious sings
A little casket drowned in blood
The horned one gave me the key
I opened the casket to see my fate
The ultimate fate of mine
Pagan warrior, son of the dark sky...
- Blacksmiths of Destiny
From fire and earth the power was born
In red tongues of fire
Blacksmiths of destiny froged steel
Hot redness became a cold death
And the day came when stell lusted for blood
And death and terror were our deeds
Our destiny was bound foreve
- Blood Faithful to Soil
Лирикс не нашёл, но есть перевод из буклета:
Над небокраем дальним
Веют ветры восхода
Встаёт благословенное солнце
Во славу древних богов
В сияньи его
Знаками победы мерцают стяги
- Dance of Axes and Swords
From inside a large plan glade
From where seems the sun to rise
Echoe tunes of songs of battle
Which lull thousand weapons in air
And dance axes and swords
Rumble the tinkling of blades
Roar a pandemonium of voices
- Fire Chariot of Destruction
From the darkness the fire came
And took our souls away
From the darkness the fiery
Dragon came
And kindled our hearts
Our shields and swords
We rub with human blood
Shed in honor of ancient Gods
- Flaming Wrathful Hate
We fight for the right
On what once was ours
Because we have the might
It's in our blood of white
Our fight is not against'em
But in favor of us, only
And nothing can deceive us!
And nothing shall deceive us!
- Hordes of Empire
Thousand of fallen angels
Rows of condamned souls
Black riders of abyss
Beast of haired and cruelty
We arrive on the chariots of fire
We sign our way by the fire and death
Sun of Darkness leads us
Everlasting lust of sin
- Immortal Bloodline
Waiting with hope
The earth blooms again
Fields alive and green
Flowered carpets cover
Bodies turned to dust
I have witnessed my brothers
Give their lives fighting in battle
- In the Northern Carpathians
When the Black clouds cover the moon
And reality turns into nightmare
Lighting cuts through the dark sky
Almighty Perun gave us his sign !
Brothers, wolves, I summon you !
Wind will bring you my howling
And smell of the human blood
Yes, I found another sacrifice
- Iron in the Fog
Monument covered in gray fog
Engraved ancient signs
Green light smolders
Ancient wisdom resonates
The message fo truth released
From the lost past and the future
Smoldering with eternal life
Bewitched ancient Atlanteans magic
- Prayer for My Ancestors
I am a warrior
And I grasp the greatness of my people
And trustful I fight strenuously
For a day I may have right upon
The splendorous heritage of my ancestors
A claim for thee!
Ancient braves of my blood!
- Semper Fidelix
It was night when they emerged from forest
Our brothers were fewer than the enemy
The braves of Us died, but Wotan saw it all
Later We knew that and some moons later thus
We sailed miles, crossed storms
Furrowed waters of all tempers
Then We saw their hordes in the distance
Through the oceanic dense mist
- Thousand Swords
We attacked with thousand swords
our banners were streaming under clouds
at the gates of christian capitol
The wide river of blood was flowing.
We attacked with hate in our eyes
Their request for mercy was nothing for us
they had no respect for our ancestors
- Thurisaz
Sharp thorn hurts a noble man To let him know the taste of blood.
But the intruder must beware of him, Because death sleeps in every thorn.
In the garden of human plants,
There is a lot of hidden thorns,
No one likes them, because the bring pain,
Pain or truth? No matter, they hurt the same...
- To the North of Rubicon
Faces turn towards war
Cold eyes searching the emptiness
Night mixes with day
Moon eclipsed sun
Our motionless faces
And cold glassy eyes
Melt the foreboding wasteland
Chaos emerging in waves
- We Shall Prevail
We shall rise, and we Shall hasten
On the paths of our ancestors
We will pick up our broken and rusted swords
And we will pierce them, for the death carrying steel
A tribe will be reborn through the blood
That eternally runs in the sons of Wotan
Forgotten tongue, and forgotten crests
Will be brought back to Earth