Raven (Under the Raven's Black Wings)
Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko

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
(repeat)

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

Tvangeste - Under The Black Raven's Wings

Birth of the Hero
Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko

The spirit of Prussia will burn in hearts
Until the holy flame of Perkuno is burning
In the heart of sacred woods
Invisible for eyes of simple mortals

The thunder announces the birth of the hero
In nightly silence of the sleeping earth
And the lightning’s brightening the baby’s face
And his first cry that breaks the darkness.

And fierce wind echoes the baby’s cry
And thrills the sky, anticipating the events
Tears off the leaves from ancient trees,
Rejoices the great omen.

The new-born mind as blank paper,
Clean, empty and light like the calm surface of water,
As the grown sprout tears the air apart,
Gathers dust of life on the fresh leaves.
And with the long root absorbing dirt
From all that are going to rotten near
The sprout is hardening, it doesn’t want to,
But it will wither like those near that couldn’t leave.

Born to be Defender of Native Land
Born to be rain, giving life
Born to be free as a proud bird
Flying in the sky
Born to be stronger than the sword and the storm
Born to be the river’s flow
Born to be boiling wolf’s blood
to be Flame of Hope
Born to be himself amongst the lost souls

The black hands of storm-clouds are clenching the sun
The wind is bringing anxiety, thrilling the ear.
Beyond the dark horizon the seed of war is ripening
Bringing the smell of death.
The warrior will fight for his people,
For the rivers and forests of grey gods,
For the holy flame of Perkuno

The sunlight is fading…………
The day is dying away scratching the sky with its last rays
The last quiet day before the war
The last calm before the storm
The ground is trembling already
And Prussia stands still awaiting


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