Behemoth - 1996 Grom

Darkness Spread Its Dark Wings
Whispers Of Woods Were Growing
With Every Moment
I Felt Them Paying Enormous Tributes
Powers, Which Were Still Alive At Night
In The Battle Of Light With Dark Earth
Spirits Of Their Own Nature Fight Proudly
Live By My Side, Feed Young Heart Of Mine
But I Cannot Ever See Them
I Don't Know Her Powers, But I Know It's Great !
Loves, Gives Birth, Kills - It's Powerful !
She Raises Beautiful Monuments By The Baltic
Lives When I Sleep And Lives In Me...
At Night Raises Over Dreaming Forests
She Awakes Gods And Goddesses, Unsilently
The Night Cock She Is, Whispers Wolfish Spells
The Chants Of Bard She Knows And Hums Them
Goblins Of Oaks And Denizes Of Darkness
Bathed In The Wine Of A Delightfull Night...
And Lives There, But Dies At Dawn ...
Dies In Me With Barbarous Voice.
The Dark Forest Enchant Me !

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 !

[cosmic Flames & Four Barbaric Seasons]

Where The Magic Stream Flows,
Through The Shining Woods,
Blue Grass Of Wisdom Grows
Around The Oaken Roots...
Where Golden Dragons Fly
And The Sorcerers Gather,
Four Wooden Statues Stand
And The Fog Lays Thick
Dreamthrone Of Amber Cosmic Source Of Might,
Reflection Of Wisdom, Power Of The Darkside
Ceremonial Steel Drinks The Blood,
Painting Pearls And Gold
Mystic Flames Burn Bright
Around The Oaken Lord...
Forgotten Sorcery Storms From The Skies,
From The Golden Hall Of The Ancient Ones
...the Pagan Awaits For The Equinox...
Cosmic Sorcery - The Gift Of The Skies
Magic Nature - Stronger Than Your Lies
..stone Demigod Shines Proud...
...the Cult Of The Barbaric Seasons,
Pagan Pride Forever,
Born Todie In Honour, Not To Serve On Knees
Snowcovered, Wild Vastlands -
My Beloved Fatherland...
I See The Tears Of The Oaken One,
My Heart Is Like A Stone,
My Sword Became Sharp -
Crosses To Break, Bodies To Dismember,
Flowers To Burn ...

Kiedy Moc Piorunow Tnie Niebiosa W Cieple Letnie Dni,
Zwracam Swe Oczy Ku Bogom,
Wspanialej I Poteznej Naturze,
Dzlekujac Za Dar, Ukryty W Blyskow Potedze...
Zimna Noc Zalegla Nad Prastarym Borem,
Ulewne Deszcze Wypelniaja Drogi Mej Wsi,
Ukrytej Gdzies W Glebi Pomorskich Lasow.
Jak Strugi, Deszcz Oczyszcza Nasza Rzeczywistosc,
Mamy Rok Dziewiecsetny...

Lasy Pomorza...

Wiem, Ze Urodzilem Wlasnie Tam,
Zeby Czynic Mych Ojcow Kulture Piekniejsza.
Wiem, Ze Oddalem Im Swoje Serce,
Bolem I Trwoga Przepelnione...
W Srebrnych Pasmach Ksiezycowego Swiatla,
Woje Moi Przeszywaja Debowe Knieje,
Podazamy Ku Rozstajom Drog,
By W Krwawej Walce Zlozyc Swa Ofiare.
Kolejne Grzmoty Burza W Zorzy Wieczornej,
Upewniaja Nas W Swej Sile,
To Ojcowie Towarzysza Nam Od Samego Poczatku,
Raz Pozdrowienia, Raz Gniewy Z Sinego Nieba Nam Slac...

Lasy Pomorza...

Dobrze, Ze Bory Zwierza Sa Pelne,
Pozwala To Utrzymac Ma Druzyne Na Nogach, I Topory, I Tarcze, I Miecze Ich Ciezkie,
A Futrzane Obuwie Nasiakniete Krwawoczerwonym Blotem.
Mijamy Mile Kolejne, By Zdazyc Do Lasow,
Pod Skrzydlami Nocy Sie Schowac, Jeszcze Jeden Blysk W Ciemnosci,
Jak Ojcowskie "dobranoc" Uklada Nas Do Snu... Jak Wilki...

Lasy Pormorza...

Fallen Into Oblivion...
The Last View Inside My Mind -
Silver Walls Ofg The Castle
Risen Proudly Towards The Sky
The Rebellion Failed...
Many Brave Ones Went Down-
Hung On Black Trees They Are
Blown By The Four Winds
I've Been Waiting For Years,
Growing Stronger
Blazing Weapons,eyes Burn Bright
In The Dark - As A King I Shall Return...
Horns Sing In The Woods,
Hordes Gather
Ancient Gods Of War
Ride On The Sky
Old Kingdom Will Fall
Like A Moondust...
Reflecting Down The Walleys-
So Pure, Hungry For Blood
The Hearts Of The Dark Ones
Thunders Strike...
Dancing On The Black Mirrors-
The Bards Of War And Venegeance
Came From Forgotten Realms
As A King I Shell Return...
To Proclaim My Victory,
Return Of Ancient Pride,
Laws Of Steel...
Cold Steel...

I Break The Chains Of Unbelief
Burden Of Millenial Slavory
Forest, Eternat Wander
Extending Beyond Earthly Dimensions

Gods Will Return To Their Graces Together With Me
They'll Find Their Oaken Kingdoms As Before
I Free My Powers When Yelling Silently
When I Fight... Thousands Of Demons, Follow Me !

And My Strength, And My Spell...
And My Beautiful Pride,
Will Find And Wrap You Will Raise Majesty To The Skies...
From The Depths Of The Earth, Deep And Black
Through The Forests, Woods And Shadows,
(it) Will Penetrate Lakes And Wolfish Mountains...
On The Wings Of Demons To Skies !

I Denude Golden Gates Of My Nawia
Shrouded In Thick Smoke Of Burnt Bodies
I Show My Love... I Praise The Might
... And Destroy With The Power Of Thunders
Constantly Destroy

On My Right Hand - Fire, Eternaly Devoted
Together With The Strength Of Thunders
Will Dance As Before
The Conflagration, Death And Misfortune, Let It Beget
Rebuild What Was Ruined,
Destroy What Was Created By The Cross
And My Strength, And My Spell

Ty, Ktory Lasy Ogarnales Piorunow Plaszczem,
Ty, Ktory Wichrem Karmisz Dzieci Swe,
Wzbudziles Morze Nienawisci W Ich Umyslach,
Jak Baltyk Brzegi Swe, Ty Otuliles Swiete Gaje...

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Piorunowy, Swiety Ogien Konczy Taniec...
Plasy Milkna, Strzygi Chyla Lby Ku Niebu,
Czekajace Nagie Wilki...

Slodycz Twa I Cieplo Czuje Coraz Blizej,
Tys Lonem Matki Mej I Sila,
Ziemia, Lasem, Polem, Laka, Gajem...
Esencja Zycia, Magia, Ktora Zyje.
Ciemnoscia Zwa Cie Ci, Dla Ktorychs Wrogiem,
Zblakana Owca, Wezem, Smiercia W Trwodze,
Ramiona Meznych Wojow Pna Twoj Posag Wzwyz,
Tys Nie Herezja Ale Prawda Plunal W Krzyz!

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Grom Niech Bedzie Twym Zwiastunem,
Brzaskiem Imperium W Chwale Czekanego,
Dzwonem W Poganskie Serca Bitym,
Oltarzem Prawdy, Duma Oraz Krwia Okrytym.

Niech Grom Zapowie Twe Nadejscie,
Godzine Zemsty, Boskiej Rozpaczy,
Nadejda Nowe, Potezne Czasy,
O Sile Twej Szumia Pomorskie Lasy...
Majestatycznie...

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