[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
[Music by Nikolay Kazmin, Lyrics by Alexander Marchenko]
The sky is scarlet as it were bleeding The wood is scarlet and splashes sparkles high The air is shivering with stamping of the hooves Imbued with the black smoke of death. Human beings, animals and birds are leaving The road of black storm-cloud, Christians. The gods are angry with uninvited guests Who brought lie with the cross to the proud nation.
The calm is cut with bloody sword The country is burning What did their god bring suffer to our lands for? What did so many souls die for? The sky is throwing raindrops on the ground And washing off the gore from the faces
The sword is lighter with truth The spirit is stronger with faith Our hands possess the power Our hearts have got the flame The defeat is greater than death Child's tears hurt more than wounds The spirit is stronger with faith Our hearts have got the flame
Iron peal of wrath Deafens the cry of rain The night is not as black as the sky The horses are faster than the arrows The anger is stronger than the swords The battle devours people Like a swarm of bees
The heart is breathing in the heart of the forest The soul of the great Prussian land is alive Perkuno's flame is burning lighting the way It's burning and warming the souls of proud people Giving hope and strength for the victories, flaring, And no storm can ruin it. Perkuno's flame is burning lighting the way.
Thunder proclaims the terrible might The horses are moving back, the hands cannot hold the arms The Christ's army feared the courage of defenders The brave warriors will never kneel.
[Music by Miron and Naturelle, Lyrics by Naturelle and Alexander Marchenko]
But why can the wild people not be overcome by swords? But why does the cross not lead to victory? Their warriors are hard as oaks
Gods are placing swords in our hands The wind is turning flame to your side The faith unites us The cross will not replace the forests and the free sky Braiding the rivers Blowing out the Fire of suffering Rooting out the trees The wind is carrying lives into eternity
The moon will light the path to infinity The rain will build a wall and block your way
Heat in the heart will break off the breath of death Giving freedom to the soul for good The lightning cuts short the paths leading our enemies to it
The clouds are condensing The enemies are crowding The feast of a new threat Grew up above the injured land The moon born bloody With a fierce eye of destiny Is strangling last hope Is strangling last pleas
The last cry of shadows is burying the wolfs' howl The spirit of woods will call to be winds again The crucified wanted to drown woods in blood Taking the last that could save The ruins of mendacious words are gnawed by worms The last eyes are ready to wait for the victories The Holly land is swallowed alive Perkuno flame will not stop burning
Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your body
The oak forest like a faded flash of ideas Drawned in the blood of the dead souls and rains With unconfident strength of weakening shoulders The sword crashed down on the defenders' land
Undying Sun of Native Land! The blood is not as purple as you are The clouds of smoke Are black stains on your body The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans
The land was burning with sorrow and wrath And crying ruthlessly tore the sky apart I close my eyes No way. No escape From the cries and moans Oh, mighty gods, where are you Suffering and pain set in on our land!
Oh, mighty gods, where are you (turned away, forgot, don't see) Suffering and pain set in on our land!
We asked for protection You did not hear us We prayed for salvation, but - You did not answer our prayers No answer, hence, no hope...
Oh, mighty gods With your name on our lips Our warriors went to the world of darkness No answer - hence - No hope... THERE IS!
The god will die without a man But will a man die without a god? No, no! And we will prove it...
Fight, Freedom and Sword Is all that You need in this Storm! Be a leader The Storm will be Your guide to the Domain of Pain! And Darkness will show You the truth of the obsolete days And You have to find your way among a million ways!
Oh ruthless Destiny! Why are You so cruel? All of us pray to You (Because all of You live by the rules...like sheeps in a herd) [repeat]
In the name of Mind Open your heart to my words! In the name of Honour Shake off the veil of sleep from your conscience! In the name of Strength Purge the centuries-old Christian plague from your souls In the name of Death Break free for you are a free man!
To be or not to be - There's no such question! To be! But to be what?
A weak-willed sheep that's taken to the slaughter house Or a proud wolf Whose heart is filled with freedom?
What's in your eyes, a Human? Fear or rage? Blind submission or Resistance?
Love and respect your friends And let your enemies die!
Every sheep needs a shepherd Every shepherd needs a sheep for his flock. They are walking to the horizon of their ideas Trampling the sprouts of freedom and despising pride But rise above the Earth and you will see WHERE this herd is heading... It's heading to the precipices
There is no judge for you except for your god - lie! The heavenly kingdom is prepared for the obedient - lie! Bringing the good, drowning in blood Giving love with fire and sword The grief and fear of innocent eyes The burning villages, the ruined world The faith killed by greed Isn't it a black stain on you?
사연 많은 이들은 특별히 굴곡 많고 극적인 삶을 살았다기보다는 기어코 주름을 남긴 사람들이다. 삶의 주인임에도 언저리에 놓인 듯 살면서 어차피 다 그런 거 아니겠냐고 쓸쓸히 웃어넘기곤 하지만 그러기엔 생이 너무 아쉽다. 유한함에 대한 인식은 개인을 인간존재, 좁게는 무형의 유형체인 민족 등에 연대시킴으로써 초월을 도모하는데 전설과 민족사에 대한 발견과 음악적 형상화도 결국 그에 닿아있다. 러시아의 트반게스테(Tvangeste)는 고향인 칼리닌그라드의 옛 지명을 밴드네임으로 삼고 그 곳이 속해있던 프러시아에 정체성을 기대며, 중세 기독교의 살육을 동반한 강압적 전파에 희생당한 이교도들의 이야기와 세계대전 후 러시아에 편입되면서 억압당한 역사와 전통을 상기코자 했다. 러시아 본토와 거리를 두고 최서방에 위치한 ...
