Kroda / Velimor By A Hammer Of Spirit And Identity Of Blood Kroda - The Arrow "The Arrow" lyrics by famous Ukrainian poet Vasil Bobinsky. Translation by Waldemar and Eisenslav. Throw on from tight and bended bow, Arrows that are forget by Fiery Loki - To the black gloom ringing they are soar, Alarming the black night with a sonor. Pale forehead is marked by thought of pride: In infinity, the Fate is concealed somewhere! Gleam of flames caressing mighty towers, Gleam of flames upon the helmet vault. Invincible sister of Valkyries! Why this arrow led it's path astray, Why it reached the distance where I dwell? For I am a lonely minnesinger, Not a hero, winner of the Lindwurm! I am just a harp - but not a trumpet. To where it hidden, priceless gift of thine - Aureate sharp-edged winged arrival? Vast is Midgard. Still to vandring skald Is not licit to accept advices. Alas, heim expanse! Cause thy temple is narrow For brightly burning flames of gilded arrows! Another firmament in my heart be created, To guard the precious treasure be ordained. And by marvelous pathways yet I wander, To Midgard plains I go like I sail, I bring the songs ornamented by tales, My hands are full of neverending wonders. And by marvelous pathways yet I wander, To Midgard plains I go like I sail, I touch the harpstrings with my skilled fingers - And like a grins of bowstrings they are ringing. Hey, I bring forth songs and fairytales, Hey, I roam from one hut to another. But my Kvasirblod enwinged words are dying With a joyless passing of my days. Somewhere on the bottom of grim cave Kingly halls are, dragon-procreated. And that cursed realm through many aeons Enstrangling the tales and songs of man. Time shalt come. Harp be restrained to bow, And the arrow from my heart be torn out, Golden tune of arrowflight shalt hover! With a rumble and agony wild roar, Onto cliff that is covered with bones, Dead defeated serpent shalt fall down! Kroda - By A Hammer Of Spirit And Identity Of Blood What is not like in Ancient times now - Why all is sorrowful and begrimed?... Why the Ancestral Wisdom lost; Why the Blood Brotherhood forgotten is?... Alas, all the Truth was gone, Truth was gone and the false arose!... Clouds are gathered, covered the Sky, Ghastly impending over woods and fields... With the stellar eyes, from the Firmament Forefathers still gaze and wondering: Folk of Rus' is in deathlike slumber, Sleeping they don't see the cruel grief! Mounds and Cromlechs - devastate are; Cut down are Our Sacred Groves; Tales forgotten are, and the Runes are lost; Forbidden are Swords and Solar Signs... Dead Rivers are flowing like a tears And the Land is desolate like a scorched ground; All doors and windows in huts closed are - All the bolts and bars are locked up... Only in the Forge someone still hammering, Of the Blood Identity forging the Spiritsteel... Dawn is coming forth - Rus' reawakes! Hammer of Spirit beating incessant... Identity of Blood shalt unite again Our Warriors with a Bonds of Oath; That's why Forger didn't sleep in evil night - With Thunders He sworn than Folk shalt arise!!! Velimor - To Die for to Survive Thermonuclear blast rip the stillness of calm To sweep away with hurricane of flame All the rotten meanness that sold the Pride All the false "truth" of despised ones Wrath is cast down onto the world Land breathing with blaze of fire Storm magnifying it's strenght Worthless worms flesh seeking salvation Rise, the wall of steel ranks Proudly grip in hand the Standart flagstaff Fiercely rush into Battle Smiling while look in face of Death To burn all the bridges that left behind To pass the Pathway with no false doubts Wrath of the Warspirit Leads to the Glory of Svarog Heirs Life - is it MIDDEL or BLINK? Weak is the slave of fate Eternal Heroes Valhalla Feast Is where the verge of all possible KRAFT ...To die for to survive!... "By Our Blood and Will" Hand shalt grasp the sword, For it's time has come Steel of veins and firmness of fist And the clashing of metal is heard all around The one who was nothing is tremble here, The one who was just a feeble slave of flesh Cold sight, grin of wrath Ancient gaze onto world from the Height Blood - is a river of Aeons Torrent of Glory and Strenght Insane visage, cries for mercy Are dissolve in the battle-hum From the Darkness and Chaos of War Ray of the Sun, tearing the veil Of bloodred shroud, Taking away the fallen warriors Straight to the Gods ... Velimor - Fog Yet, from the old black wood, Hey, above the crystal river The fog of Unknown is creeping forth Led by the sorrowful song And that fog is all our Ancestors souls That returned again to affair of War For they couldn't observe indifferently The burden of crucified corpse Yet, the Rus' is attacked By enemies hordes from all sides And the Land that gave life to us all Is groan of suffering now From grimness of the old woods Warfires of Slavonic Army Shalt burn hundreds churchbarns Shalt burn christian effigies planks Fuckin' christian shitbook - in flames Even more it's in veins of gore The dog has shut up on the cross Crucified in sweet masochist torment Military armour shall not betray, Shall defend the Slavonic Brothers of War The blood of damned mischievous bastards Shall flow down by this armour steel And all that was against Our Might - All disappeared in the archaic mist Slavonic Rus' has arise And Sun shineth It's Glory