| I arose … I materialized
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| From cold waters of turbulent torrents
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| In a rain of eternal drops
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| Through the mist and haze
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| Into the new dimension
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| Black forest is the where I was born
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| In the sign of an ancient kind
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| My life seems to be so empty, forlorn
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| And beguiling visions I cannot bind
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| Ancient Slavic rite of the vernal equinox
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| Narcotic smell of the native ground
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| Spreads through the valley never found
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| Whispering moon in the blackened sky
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| Embracing my soul with the silverblack dawn
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| Above the horizons
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| The pagan winds of eternal winter blow
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| Under the highest mountain
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| Where the bones of my ancestors rest
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| Under the blanket of freezing snow
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| Where evil sunbeams do not shine
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| I burn the ancient bones
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| I blow their ancient dust
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| With a squall in my hands
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| I am a new disciple of a rain eternal
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| With a squall in my hands
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| I am a new follower of Perun’s voice of power |