Yelling Beasts of the Wintermoon - Arkona

Widzia³em ³zy smutku w œwietle ksiê¿yca odbijane

Dotykaj¹ce mroŸnej dzikiej ich têsknoty

Oczekuj¹ce powrotu starego tysi¹clecia

Daj¹ce strawê krukom Ksiêcia nocy

S³ysza³em rozpaczliwy wrzask milcz¹cych ska³

Pamiêtaj¹cych bitwy w imiê wiecznej chwa³y

I oœlepiaj¹cy blask piorunów rozbudzaj¹cy dzikie demony

W g³êbokich jaskiniach poukrywane

To w³adcy tych krain powracaj¹ w gniewie

Spoczywaj¹c na swych majestatycznych tronach

Sw¹ dum¹ i m¹droœci¹ ukazuj¹ swe oblicza

Niczym wilk szczerz¹cy swe bezlitosne k³y

MroŸny gwi¿d¿¹cy wicher porusza wierzb ga³êzie

Nadal wci¹¿ p³acz¹cych przez minione wieki

Pogañska mg³a szczyty gór pokrywa

A Ich odwieczne przeznaczenie

Pod tronem nocy siê uk³ada

Oczekuj¹c powrotu minionego tysi¹clecia

W mroku…

I saw tears of sadness reflected in the moonlight

Touching their frosty wild longing

Waiting for the return of the old millennium

Feeding the ravens of the Prince of the night

I heard the desperate scream of the silent rocks

Of those that remember the battles in the name of eternal glory

And the blinding glare of lightning awakening wild demons

Hidden in deep caves

It is the rulers of these lands who return in anger

Resting on their majestic thrones

They show their faces with their pride and wisdom

Like a wolf grinning its merciless fangs

A frosty whistling whirlwind moves willow branches

Still weeping over the past centuries

A pagan fog covers the tops of the mountains

A Their eternal destiny

It arranges itself under the throne of the night

Looking forward to the return of the past millennium

In the dark ...