Spellcraft and Heathendom

I've met in surrounding me nature

spirits and deities wielding the element,

in a field, in a forest, in rocks and caves

and I won their goodwill with sacrifices.

Horses carried me to the skies,

White, beautiful steeds... beloved.

I was attacking brushwood violently

I touched motherland...

Percus! Magic cirkles and black stones

Percus! Forest spells and damned souls

Percus! I find worship in you

PERCUS!!!

They will return, dance like fire, as before

They will return, to the trees,

to the forest of mine... to the kingdom!

The thunderer demons

guards the sacred spot

during those cold nights

they found peace and consolation.

I rediscover the power and charm

to defeat like a sorcerer,

like thousands years ago,

Oaken castles from millenium before,

They will rise once again... as a sign...

Percus!