Текст Behemoth – From The Pagan Vastlands 2000

From the land which hasn’t entered yet
into the history
From the depths of swamps we are bringing
Proudly our name

union with people from the sign
Of the half moon
To crush the golden walls of earthly heaven
To strangle the pestilence
Th the lands of mighty Empire
Others even think about us with fear
We invaded a state with a sword
In ours hands Roma means nothing
In the land of Slavs

Today forests sing about the legend
Long forgotten spirits
Whose names nobody remembers now
Waiting their day to reborn
Their visions of past
Are torturing our souls
Whispering in the dark
They will come again
To reign supreme
Believe my woods

From unrememberance
From Fire and Water
Ancient powers gather

Black horse rides across the sky
With a sword we will open the amber gates of Nawia!

Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidzš Chrystusa!
Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidzš boga-krzyża!