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There was a time When men were proud There was an age When these lands were pure divine There was a place Where pagan temples stood There was a pride The one you'll never know The flickering flames Of fathers burn silent In the mystic woods Of old Howl of the nightwolf Echoes through the mountains In the shadow of the oaken pride Our pagan might Still burns strong Far up in the skies Falcon proudly flies Angry winter winds Carrying its cries Far beneath the clouds Wolven rage is born Angry winter winds Carrying their cries As the weight of this age is upon me I mourn for the world that will never be again Thousand year old visions haunt me Of green fields I will never see Beneath our ancestral skies of gold Reclaim our pagan pride Reclaim our pagan spirit

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Sa zimom svakom prilazi mi ona Da zemlje naše hladnoćom zasije I dok za preporodom njenim čeznem Blistave vizije snova i gorčine Odvlače misli moje U kraljevstvima leda nestajem Magijom njenom hladnom opčinjen Stazama kročim zime i samoće Koje za mene istkala je Svojim prstima bijelim I dok prilazim da poklonim se i kleknem Pred ledenom kraljicom iz davninam Sjetan vjetar šapuće mi glasom njenim Kroz grane tamnih borova drevnih Tugu njenu pronosi Izvan dohvata smrtnika Njen sveti prijestol stoji Dva vuka bijela pod nogama njenim U veličanstvensti njenom srebrnoj Opet sastajemo se „Sa zimom svakom uzimam ruku tvoju Poleti sa mnom nad planine osame i smrti“ Umirući u ljepoti besramnoj Tvoga daha sleđenog Morana

Sjajni mjesec pokazuje mi Put uz rijeku što vodi do tebe Moje misli uhvaćene U tvojoj dugoj zelenoj kosi. Lišće što u jesen otpuhuju Vjetrovi hladni što savijaju grane Tebe vidim u sumrak Kako skrivaš lice od mene. Moje vizije ostvari Pozovi me pjesmom svojom Otkrij se u punoj ljepoti Ja umirem za tobom. Zelen sjaj u očima Kao vatra u najcrnjoj noći Najčišća ljepoto Na začaranoj obali. Vila s jezera Rusalka Duša nemirna Rusalka. Samo tvoj glas dopire Kroz vjetar hladan Što savija grane I dok Mjesec za oblak zalazi Ja čekam tvoj lik od vode. I kad šuma spokojno utihne I kad lišće sakrije sve Te vrijeme se smiri Ti čezneš... Kada vjetrovi prestanu puhati I voda u zrcalo se pretvori Tvoji snovi postaju vidljivi Mojom rukom ocrtani. Sjajni Mjesec pokazuje mi Put uz rijeku što vodi do tebe Moj misli uhvaćene U tvojoj dugoj zelenoj kosi. Dižeš se iz jezera Padam na koljena Prilaziš mi, kao smrt, polako, Zajedno tonemo u san...

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

Golden fields of ancient times Endless chains of mighty giants Velvet seas now touch the skies Slava's flame shines so bright! In these vastlands of forgotten worlds I pray to gods to shield my soul! When all seems to be lost I sense the presence from above While the night is descending in the forests of old Her flame will shine through the rain and the storm Walk her way while she flies in skies of thunder and gray Follow the Silver path Drawn by hand from above It will lead you to The lands of frost and gold Gaze upon the shine That warms this night It will make your way Through these vastlands of grey Slava carry my song Through the forests of Oak Show me paths I can not see Lead me to victory!

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025

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Voice reaching from the sea of storm Sound of the ancients Crushing the shores of stone Carried by the raging waves   Voices of the past Whisper of an ancient secret And at the grasp of the mountain side they reside Exhalting these glorious mountains   As aeons pass by As your blood lies dishonoured We shall reamin as the silent reminders Winds of Frost, Winds of Ice Remember us with pride!   Through the vast lands of Blue Their voices thunder; "We are creators of worlds!"   Idols of stone watch you from the shores Their names now lay forgotten Tainted and destroyed... As the ancient rage is born The strength of winds reforged

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

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