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Ancient marks written by blood

On drenched, forsaken ground

Of forefathers dead long ago

Among the old oaken trees

And overwhelming dark forest

Where the whispering sough

Of the nature crowns remember all

Upper large branches like thorns

Cover the time

But now past is not important

This story is about what is now

Is this the fortold Ragnarock

Or maybe a hostile curse

Why have you cut out

The inner temple of nature

Sacred grove violated by the unfamiliar

Falling monuments echo in the sky

What was once great and godlike

Now rot and cover with shame

Demons in dark robes

Hooded preachers, worshiping the dead

Remember their cursed sign

Two crossed lines that spill the blood

Cold in their hearts, no flame of life

Ancient trees for them are nothing more

Than an obstacle to destroy

Far by numbers, with torches and flames

They destroy, shatter and place

And when the shrine of nature falls

Odin in his golden throne sadly weeps

"A gdy pomnik natury upada,

w proch obrócon, gnije świat,

Bogowie płaczą tonąc

w swych srebrzystych łzach"

Why they have abandoned us

There are no signs from Asgard

No Valhalla gates open for revenge

No thunder from the clear sky

I need to take things in my old hands

The last rune has been written

Algiz heralding the merciless death

All signs have been spoken

And marked with wise man's blood

Everything is the will of nature now

The spell is cast, the story ends here

"Grób mój, mą ziemią,

zgromadzenie drzew kurhanem,

natura wiecznym okryciem.

Ostatnią sentencią błysk rozświetlonych

na północnym niebie gwiazd.

Szum drzew kołysząc do snu,

opowieść kończy, żegnając w trwodze

prastary zapomniany las

żegnając nocne tchnienie mistycznej ciszy"

I see the fire, I see as they come

And now I'll be gone forever

But now I"ll be gone forever

Illuminated horizon

With shining northern stars

My lying, forest litter

And barrow shall be

The gathering of

Old ancient oaken tress