Fly, fly high my Black Eagle
Let golden thread bind our eyes
May our minds and hearts blood unite
On your wings carry me over the abyss
Beyond The Reason and across the burning seas
Then, with your claw tear the earth to the
halves
And usher me into the secrets of her bowels
Down to the light of the beginning and the end
which shimmers
Circle! Round and round my Black Eagle
Let our senses be touched by ultimate pleasure
May the passion of hunting become all -
devouring
Slash! Slash with your beak
Remove all gods from my way, and thoughts, and
sorrows
And let me trespass the barriers of fear
Scream! Let the whole cosmos tremble
May echoes become my the sweetest mantra
Spirit of Freedom! Eternal Wanderer! Joyfull
Solitude!
Higher and higher towards the stars of
Awareness
Let worlds of imagination and fact become one
I'm you and you are me

Fly, fly high my Black Eagle
Let golden thread bind our eyes
May our minds and hearts blood unite
				

[Instrumental]
				

Vesnice hori, noci jdu sam,
zkratim si cestu pres pole lan,
obklopen dymem, na konci sil,
ae smysl neznam, jasny mam cil,
vidomi ztracim a prece bdim,
vede mi Iabel, tam dolu - k svym.

Snad jsem jij mrtev, pro tento svit,
Satan vsak silu vraci mi zpit,
koneeni vidim pekelny chrtan,
do jhavych temnot vrele jsem zvan.
S tilem jij nehmotnym prichazim blij,
za mnou se zavira jelezna mrij.

Jama pekel, stokrat prokleta,
jama pekel, krvi zalita.

Tei sloujim Iablu, smrti a zlem,
roznasim zkazu, jsem demonem.
V kajdem staveni eern oltar, na kajdem obraze
je moje tvar.
S hrozivym smichem vracim se sem,
priznivci Iabla padaj na zem.
Eerna je touha, bleda vsak krev,
kdo neni vyholen, sklidi muj hniv.
Marni se pachti, modli a sni,
demonem stat se ne kajdy smi.
Posedli vztekem vesnici bori,
marni vse dilaji, marni stoh hori!

Vesnice hori, noci jdu sam,
zkratim si cestu pres pole lan,
obklopen dymem, na konci sil,
				

Don't wear a crown of thorns
Got no holes in my head
Don't accuse me of that crime
Don't hang me up to dry

It's not me
It's not me
It's not me

Don't wanna die for your sins
Got no special powers
Sacrifice and sacrilege
Hey man, I wanna live

CHORUS
I'm not Jesus
I can't heal you

Taste my blood
It doesn't taste like wine
Can't you see
This cross isn't mine
Judas must die
For what he has done
Satan's watching
With his gun

It's not me
It's not me
It's not me

Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Say your prayers-it's your only hope
Twelve apostles can't help you now
I'll be back to stake my ground

CHORUS

Don't wear a crown of thorns
Got no holes in my head
Don't accuse me of that crime
Don't hang me up to dry

CHORUS

Don't wear a crown of thorns
Got no holes in my head
Don't accuse me of that crime
				

From the land which hasn't entered yet
into the history
From the depths of swamps we are bringing
Proudly our name
At night, kissing the moonlight
-rebel children living in twilight
Like wolves...
...some named us so...

Union with people from the sign
Of the half moon
To crush the golden walls of earthly heaven
To strangle the pestilence
To the lands of mighty Empire
Others even think about us with fear
We invaded a state with a sword
In our hands Roma means nothing
In the land of Slavs

Today forests sing about the legend
Long forgotten spirits
Whose names nobody remembers now
Waiting their day to reborn
Their visions of the past
Are torturing our souls
Whispering in the dark
They will come again
To reign supreme
Believe my words

From unrememberence
From Fire and Water
From the sacred woods
Ancient powers gather
From the burnt Arcona
...From the Pagan Vastlands!

Black horse rides across the sky
With a sword we will open the amber gates of
Nawia!

Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidza Chrystusa!
Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidza boga-krzyza!

From the land which hasn't entered yet
into the history
From the depths of swamps we are bringing
				

APO PANTOS KAKO DAIMONOS!
APO PANTOS KAKO DAIMONOS!

We transgress the context of commonplacenes
We deny normality, trample morality
We destroy angels with sound
We destroy angels with silence

Currents of tantric anarchy seize our bodies
Into the cosmic dance of four scythes
The curtains of Absurd Theatre are raised
Synchronicity - Mother Chaos on the stage

"Wisdom says: be strong!"
Thrilling words are spreading down the spine
Vibrating... "be strong!"
Exhausted I'm running towards the last shines
of consciousness
Which is absorbed by shadows of madness

APO PANTOS KAKO DAIMONOS!
APO PANTOS KAKO DAIMONOS!

Here are the star and the snake servants;
-they rise the hexagram
Sun - in the triangle hidden ; Sight - sacred
visions entwined
And union with Nothingness body I'll find
Strength - go along the Mars path, fighting if
we must;
Light - oh, you are Ahathoor, goddess of blue
sky

There is might of dawn, in non-quality state I
remain
Of commonness crippled time or sand - glass you
don't see again
Sigillum dei, picture of myself I'm drawing
With life, venom and hell I'm sprinkling it
His name is Esial, I want him more

APO PANTOS KAKO DAIMONOS!
APO PANTOS KAKO DAIMONOS!
				

Fly, fly high my Black Eagle
Let golden thread bind our eyes
May our minds and hearts blood unite
On your wings carry me over the abyss
Beyond The Reason and across the burning seas
Then, with your claw tear the earth to the
halves
And usher me into the secrets of her bowels
Down to the light of the beginning and the end
which shimmers
Circle! Round and round my Black Eagle
Let our senses be touched by ultimate pleasure
May the passion of hunting become all -
devouring
Slash! Slash with your beak
Remove all gods from my way, and thoughts, and
sorrows
And let me trespass the barriers of fear
Scream! Let the whole cosmos tremble
May echoes become my the sweetest mantra
Spirit of Freedom! Eternal Wanderer! Joyfull
Solitude!
Higher and higher towards the stars of
Awareness
Let worlds of imagination and fact become one
I'm you and you are me

Fly, fly high my Black Eagle
Let golden thread bind our eyes
May our minds and hearts blood unite