Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sventevith (Storming Near the Baltic), artist - Behemoth. Album song And the Forests Dream Eternally, in the genre
Date of issue: 13.08.1994
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Sventevith (Storming Near the Baltic) |
In the forest of the Eternal dreaming |
Old oak lighted up by the fullmoon’s light |
The coldness of dungeon torches the inside of wooden maze |
From the womb of the mother-wolf I was born |
The witches foretold the coming of tragedy |
They awakened fright 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 donudation |
The final triumph |
The pure barbarity |
I howl to the moon to support 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 snowcovered Carpathians |
The light breath of nightbreeze, as a sign |
I summon the iron powers, cavalry of my brothers |
From the land of armageddish fields |
I am bard of the eastern lands… |
I lead my brothers for death struggle |
In glory of victory my armies rise |
Barbarians tribes with fury of desecration |
With axes reach the sky, hiding usurpator in their wings |
Call the clouds, desecrating all the holiness |
Hurt bodies on the snow, Pandaemonium 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 thrones |
Pagan nations became 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 through the unknown dimensions |
As the sign of the fullmoon, in damnations I shall rise |
From the land which hasn’t enter 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 the mighty Empire |
Others even think about with fear |
We invaded a state with 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 here again |
To reign supreme |
Believe my words… |
From unremembrance |
From Fire and Water |
From the sacred woods |
Ancient Wolves gather |
From the burnt Arkona |
… 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 !!! |
Night in the mountains comes with the fly of a raven |
Carpathians bathed in the light of the moon |
In old ruins where the dying shadows |
Are watching the shine from the stars |
Nobody remembers days of glory |
Several hundreds years passed in silence |
Not a soul has been seen here |
I am standing on a hill |
So silent is the sky |
I am drinking in the cold of this night |
Old grey wolf lying upon my foots |
Is licking the hand of mine |
It is night… in my heart |
It is moon… in my eyes |
I am hidden in a fog — my own breath |
Small village in a valley |
Sleeping in a fear, in a fear of me ! |
Loathsome race of the mortals |
Magic of wolfish teeth, wings of bats |
Faithful guards of religion |
Old as the blood itself — |
— The Cult of the Undead Vampirism ! |
Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain |
She was only fourteen |
No cry has bursted from her lips |
Pity that she had to die |
But how sweet was her neck… |
It is night… in my heart |
It is moon… in my eyes |
I am hidden in a fog — my own breath |
Sometimes only my anthem of triumph |
Echoes in mountainous landscape |
Like blood from torn open arteries |
Poison flows down the tongue |
Somewhere far away a howling can be heard |
Oh, how beautiful is the night of Transylvania ! |
Frenzy of lust, frenzy of pain |
Blood is life… ETERNAL ! |
… With a little fear I kiss the moonlight |
How exciting is the thought |
About having a taste of your kingdom |
Which wakes up to life, at night… |
When the servants carry me to the gates of Helevorn |
Dreams about unlimited dimensions |
Float over Thy Golden Palace |
Snowcovered majesty, damned |
In nocturnal solitude I pace, deeper into virgin forest |
Among sadness and depressive thoughts |
Visit firmaments of dead nature |
In the glare of black mirror, asleep |
Forgotten temples of gods (of forests) |
Welcoming the son of godly Teuton, father of fathers |
The source of the deepest darkness and magic |
The mightiest emperor, cammrad of war |
With blessings I join the caravan of my brothers |
Like a thunder I strike into the Jehova’s armies |
I dance with holocauststorms in this battle |
I set the holy fire of aurora borealis |
This fire, this flame, this redness, live forever… |
Since a long time I’ve visited those old dungeons |
I spilled the first blood in the depth |
In the darkness of the forest’s maze |
I found her, morbid beauty |
I used to spend whole days |
In the mystic places of Delduwath |
There, where the light of the halfmoon |
Fell as the dying sun |
The wolf’s howling was lulling to sleep |
My young soul… |
How beautiful were the views of nocturnal land |
How wonderful was the life in complete solitude |
Away from villages and towns, mansions and palaces |
The last moments give birth to memories in me |
Who was that beauty, majestic and great |
What were those views, beautifully gilded by leaves |
Which were hiding behind them so many mystic wefts |
They stole my solitude and independence |
I lie crushed by the chains in a wet cell, bleeding |
I am awaiting for mother, the last hope, death |
Let the died out fire away in me, let it awake Aldaron |
Black gusts of dust covered my divine person with their arms |
The gates of nature for ages dead, opened themselves |
Tears of soil filled the green valleys |
Naked Carpathian mountains denudated its might |
Rights which created this world |
With fury strike heaven, pearly gates |
The dark powers of nature unleashed veritable war |
The last breaths of sun falling onto the snow |
Turned into the scream of the dying light… |
Delightful night… |
When the fullmoon lights cemetery’s valley |
Winds of frost strike my tomb |
When I am in eternal sleep |
When wild storms dwell |
Wind blows through the Baltic |
Instincts unleash the war inside |
And strike the sky with holocausthunder |
Mountains sleep, the forest |
Covers freezing land where I was born |
Now I walk among the castles |
Watch the streams of frozen tears |
Spilled with blood of forefathers |
Nightbreeze feed my spiritual form |
And spirits gather, floating in the mist |
My eastern empires spread wings of winter |
Visions of destructions ruin and tragedies |
Tasting pure sin, fade into the pit |
And walk through my beloved, endless woods… |
I summon all the beauty Evil |
To rape the bodies of your disciples |
Too long I hide in shades of woods… |
And now I build my beauty Hall |
Wallachian tyrant, I bring a winter |
I come with frost and burning hate ! |
Follow the Gods of Eastern Lands |
Being the battle which blows the earth |
There was only one long and terrible winter |
Where icy blackness covered the sun and the grass |
Dethroned light ended its existence |
Hell brought there all thunders and winds |
All the blasphemy from the four sides of the world |
Gods have forgotten this land, where fear |
Caught the throat with the bony hand |
And the wolf howled gloomy song of cold, frost and hunger… |
The lakes enslaved in hard icy shackles |
Wild trees covered the happy world |
Which will never wake up again ! |
Life has affected a new form here |
Through the icy vastlands run wild |
Hordes of wolves, moonless night, that’s all |
Moon is covered with fresh meat, threw by the hungry hordes |
Pure paganism I worship in the woods |
Forest’s mountains never saw by human eye |
Kingdom of the ancient and horned evil |
Covered by golden wood and black thorns |
My armor like a bark of old oak |
I rape my wounds and blood flows down to the ground |
Covered by the snow naked crowns of trees |
Like crying mothers Slavonic worshippers |
Pagan warriors hide in frozen wood |
Like black statues born in the heart of winterevil |
Ride on the thunders and moonstorms |
Where the land is open for full witching moon |
Mouth kiss the leaves fallen in the past |
Fingers touch the frozen land |
Pagan fears fall down on icy skin |
Wild eyes filled with darkred blood |
Are staring into depths of virgin forest |
Where my grave on unholy land |
Covered by the snow… |
Winds carry me through Transylvania |
Virgin evil hidden in the blackest heart |
I joined the ceremony of wolves |
Where unsilent gods sit high on their goathrones |
Now the majesty is ready for pure holocaust |
The feast of Babylon whore and her wolf |