Arkona - there are dark dawns,
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Dark dawns over the ancient land
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Arkona - where is the roar of the surf,
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Where are the songs of the Varangians over the distance of the sea?
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Arkona - burial mounds by the sea,
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Long sunsets coniferous dreams
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Arkona - there with runes of thunder
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Someone in the fog burned the ships
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Arkona are only still waters,
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The blood of the Varangian amber froze in them
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Arkona - there is a wind from the seaside
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I forgot my heart in the cracks of the rocks
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Arkona - only stones and pines,
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Ghosts of the songs of yesterday's dew
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Arkona - over the cold sea
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Only wind and stars, memory and smoke
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Arkona - blue your skies
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Wormwood hops of autumn foliage
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Arkona - in the mermaid abyss to me,
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See all the dreams of forgotten depths
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Arkona - from the bowls of the sky
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Evening expanses to drink the blue
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Arkona - where are the hammers of the storm
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The secret was forged into the shield of silence
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Arkona - the spirit of the wolf god
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Through memory and time in our blood
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Arkona - where are the dreams of the past
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Weaved into our fates as a sign of struggle
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Arkona - the call of the ancient horn,
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Swords blaze in the crimson sunset
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Arkona is the son of the Volot family,
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Breathe in the wind of our war
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"In the shimmering dances of the dawn-maidens he stood before
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ice ligature of blades. |
Silver rays of ancient moons,
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once sunk into the depths of the azure seas, fell
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on the gray hairs of his strands. |
Scars of bitterness, runes of battles and victories
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woven patterns into the face of his youth. |
Above the grave
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Arkony, on the heights of coastal cliffs, in red blood
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dying dawn he drank intoxicating cup
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crimson oaths ... In the name of that Honor that is called
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Loyalty... Payback, conflagrations and murder
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Our Thousand Years will be forged…” |