Under The Pagan Flag
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Eternal landscapes painted by the twilight
In the land of the ancient children.
Woods of darkness,foggy valleys
In the sklavin's land
We look from the highest towers of the forest.
Wandering upon the vastland of the elder strenght.
We sing the songs whispered by the waves of baltic
Carried by the strzybog's winds
Glory
We march under the banner of jarovit.
Under the pagan flag we ride.
Children of eternal landscapes,painted by the twilight for
Centuries to come.
We look from the highest towers of the forest.
Wondering upon the moon.
And wait to open the gates of the forest.
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