They’re coming in the gloomy dusk, led by burning torches Black cross is marked on their shields, symbol of our bondage No escape from the cross, gods are forever lost Baptised in the morning light Light up night with fire of our pride Flames are chalenging to fight Svarozic’s horse – the tongue of the gods Rearing in circle, doesn’t want to move People ask: what does the prophecy mean? Horse stuck in circle so still Left means to die and right means to win But now we are in the dark For centuries blood spills the land, war is neverending And Retra’s buried in the ground, Arkona’s in ashes Holy church still hankers, for souls, blood, it’s hunger Burning down Slovanian gods Distatant curse is coming back to life Finally showing real face Slovanian land is torn to pieces Elbe sees the death of our common roots Light up dark with fire of our pride Unity’s the key to win When brothers kill their brothers in fight Then the curse is finaly real