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Tvangeste "Angel's Retreat"

[Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Vanoe]

During lost times I've been
Reject myself.
During lost times the slimly holders
Suck me.

The spirit of Prussia will burn in hearts
Until the holy flame of Perkuno is burning
In the heart of sacred woods
Invisible for eyes of simple mortals

The thunder announces the birth of the hero
In nightly silence of the sleeping earth
And the lightning's brightening the baby's face

Millions of people from all over the world worship for different gods
But What is the God? What holy fathers teach them?
They teach to be resigned to fate...But What is Fate?
They teach to be humble, submissive...
They grow the weak willed herd of sheep...

Hey! Proud nation!
Think what happens with your mind!

Damnation Of Regiomontum

[Music by Tvangeste, Lyrics by Miron]

Clouds hide the sun
Fire blinds my eyes
Smell of death around of me
Like a shadow...

At the final glorious battle
Sons of human they will know
What's the point of being human
Through the fight with sons of mind
Have no way to get some knowledge Dashing in the blood dishing chaos
Have no fade to get some power
In the days of fight to death
Calling Atl'aman, we'll see the damn of heaven

[Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron]

Undying Sun of Native Land!
The blood is not as purple as you are
The clouds of smoke
Are black stains on your body

The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas

"Огонь Перкуно"

Но почему мечами дикий не сломить народ?
Но почему распятье не ведет к победе?
И как дубы крепки их войны,
А может тайна древняя дает им силы

Боги держат мечи в наших руках,

Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Miron

Fight, Freedom and Sword
Is all that You need in this Storm!
Be a leader
The Storm will be Your guide to the Domain of Pain!
And Darkness will show You the truth of the obsolete days
And You have to find your way among a million ways!

The wind blended the smoke of fires with the breath of the swamp
The deadly embrace grips us in its iron claws
No way out, but we will face the death
The sword or bog is better then the enemy's scaffold
Yes, we entreated, but gods did not heed our prayers
The hatred tightens round your neck harder than the noose
The crusaders stamp across our native lands
The Steel craves for the battlefield

Under the Raven's black wings
The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling
Troubling the heads of sleeping trees
The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds' eyes.
The raven in the moon's eyes is as black as a wound
Under the black raven's wings

The heated battle rages on mercilessly