The Chant from the Eastern Lands

In the forests of eternal dreaming

Old oaks lighted up by the fullmoon's light

The coldness of dungeon touches the inside of wooden maze

From the womb of mother-wolf

I was born

The witches foretold in the hearts of my enemies

In the midnight wilderness

I took a pledge

Quickly I fell in love with the taste of steel

For ages waiting for its denudation

The final triumph

The pure barbarity

I howl to the moon for support in my battle

The moon, symbol of purity, the essence of beauty

I damn the sun, rising again and again

In brightness of bloody light, steel holocaust

I received hails from the northern side of snow covered

Carpathians

The light breath of nightmare, as a sign

I summon the iron powers, cavalry of my brothers

From the land of armageddish fields

I am the bard of eastern lands...

I lead my brothers for death struggle

In glory of victory my armies rise

Barbarian tribes with fury of destruction

With axes reach the sky, hiding usurpator in their wings

Call the clouds, desecrating all the holiness

Hurt bodies on the snow,

Pandemonium burns

This battle is a rebellion, rebirth of old traditions

Mythical hell is the paradise to the true warriors

There they attain eternity and sit high on the throne

Pagan nations become united

Mighty bards received their long awaited silence

Slavs returned to their villages and woods

Pagan frights of heavenly hell dispelled ...

I opened the door to the higher than stars knowledge

And took a long walk throughout the unknown dimensions

As the sign of fullmoon, in damnation

I shall rise [Written by NERGAL 1994]