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From the land which hasn't e...Into the history...From the depths of swamps we...At night, kissing the moonlight -... children living in twilight...on with people from the sign...Of the half-moon...To crush the golden walls of...To strangle the pestilence......To the lands of the mighty Empire...In the land of Slavs !... forests sing about the legend,...Their visions of the past...Whispering in the dark......From the sacred woods...From the burnt Arkona...... From the Pagan Vastlands !... horse rides across the sky... sword we will open the amber gates of Nawia