Tvangeste Raven (under The Raven's Black Wings)
Under the Raven's black wings
The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling
Troubling the heads of sleeping trees
The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds' eyes.
The raven in the moon's eyes is as black as a wound
Under the black raven's wings
The heated battle rages on mercilessly
Shooting a myriad of arrows into the sky
Breaking spears on the steel armor
Pushing masses of corpses on the ground.
Breaking into the twilight, cry, clang of iron
And stamping of the hooves, shaking the earth,
Saturating earth with the proud blood of warriors.
The swords shatter human lives,
The steel was shining and the air was getting hot
From the menacing breath of people's wrath.
And through the countless hordes of enemies
Dripping drops of life on the way
Through the dirt of Christ servants' rows
Leaving the funeral fires behind
Moving apart those who came to give death
The warriors of free nation are stepping firm
On the native land, pushing away the unwanted
Paving the way to the victory with blood.
My life is flowing through the veins of trees
My love blossoms in the field
My faith is breathing in the crowns of trees
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Two powerful armies were getting closer
And gnawed deep wounds in each other.
On this crowd of mixed lives
Sinking in rage and other people's blood
The raven is circling, exaggerating the flame of war
But Prussian sword is a true reward
For those who came to strangle freedom
For those who brought suffering to our land
For those who wanted to entangle with lies
And wrath held a sword
And stroke the unwanted ceaselessly
For troubling gods
For that the brothers will not see another dawn
Under the Raven's black wings
The winds of ruthless wrath are running and calling
Troubling the heads of sleeping trees
The moonlight flashes of the blinding hope in the birds' eyes.
The raven in the moon's eyes is as black as a wound
Under the black raven's wings
