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• Barbaric Hordes From North - Apraxia
• Die Hymne Des Winters Zorn - Apraxia
• Hate - Apraxia
• Requiem To Freedom - Apraxia
• Woodchild - Apraxia
• Vampires' Castle - Apraxia
• The Viking's Saga - Apraxia
• Son Of Kelagast - Apraxia
• Pagan - Apraxia
• Old God's Awake - Apraxia
• O Ultima Privire Asupra Luptei Din Tinuturile Transilvaniei - Apraxia
• Northern Wind & Black Sky - Apraxia
• In The Deep Dark Forest - Apraxia
• In Spektren Pulsierender Todesrinnung - Apraxia
• Envoltation - Apraxia
• Endless Winter - Apraxia
• Die Intrhonisation - Apraxia
• Ancient Hymn Of Eternal Night - Apraxia
• Ancestors Land - Apraxia

From the clatter of hooves of our battle horses
Trembles and shakes all our Earth,
And thousands of arrows, which covered the sun
For enemies carry death.
And being ready to conquire or die in the fight
We're gonna seize all world
Brave and ruthless, proud and wild,
Barbaric hordes from North.
Our swords are sharpened
Our spears are strong
And nothings gonna save the enemies
We're gonna make the greatest feast
On their broken bones
And drink their blood as wine.
Wild march has begun and quite soon
We'll bring to the knees all that world
Great and evil, true and strong

Gericke 15.11.1994
Einst war das Nordland, unsagbar alt,
so maechtig, prachtvoll, so majestaetisch kalt,
weiß waren die Berge, dunkel die See,
das Land meiner Vaeter, gelegen im Schnee!
Allmaechtige Goetter regierten das Land,
gestuerzt durch die Krankheit, getreten, verbrannt.
Oh, nimm mich, du Zorn, du Zorn ihrer Rache,
besteigt euren Thron, Heil Nordland, erwache!
Nun leutet die Glocken, von Turm zu Turm
und kommen wird der letzte Sturn,
einst war es weiß, das Winterkleid,
verschmutzt, durch Christenheit!
Nimm Dich in acht, oh Christenwelt,
das Leid wird groß, wenn Euer Thron faellt,
auferstehen wird es, das germanische Fleisch,
Heil Nordland - Heil unserem Reich...
Oden des Schmerzes, gefuellt ist mein Horn,

All World Is Damned Place
Dark Fury In MY Face
My Eyes Are Burning Hate
Now It's My Normal State
I Want, I Want To Kill
All People, Who Now Live
I Need To Kill Human Race
Because They Want My Death
All Friends Betrayed Me
They Didn't Want Me To Live
I Want To Revenge For All
"Dogs, die!" - Now I Call
And Take In My Hand Knife
To Deprive Them Of Their Life
Jesus Betrayed Me
He Can See Nothing
My God Leaves Me ALone
My Heart Turns Into Stone
Now Satan Is My God
And Now I Want Blood
I Nedd To Kill Human Race

Øîòëàíäèÿ, êîíåö XIII âåêà. Ãîðäûå êëàíû øîòëàíäñêèõ
ãîðöåâ ïîäíÿëèñü íà áîðüáó ïðîòèâ àíãëèéñêèõ
çàâîåâàòåëåé. Âîññòàíèå âîçãëàâèë Óèëüÿì Óîëëåñ.
È íà÷àëàñü âåëèêàÿ âîéíà è îäåðæèâàëè øîòëàíäöû
ïîáåäó çà ïîáåäîé. È áëèçêî áûëà äîëãîæäàííàÿ
ñâîáîäà. Íî áûë ïðåäàí âîæäü. È áûë êàçí¸í Óîëëåñ. È
óìåðåâ, îáð¸ë, íàêîíåö, äîëãîæäàííóþ ñâîáîäó. Ýòî åãî
ïîñëåäíÿÿ ïåñíÿ...
ß çàêðûë ãëàçà, ÿ íå âèæó íè÷åãî,
׸ðíàÿ ñëåçà, ìîæåò ñìåðòü, à ìîæåò êðîâü,
Êàïëÿ ãîðåñòè ñòåêàåò ïî ùåêå,
Íå ìîãó ïîíÿòü, æèòü ìíå èëè óìåðåòü.
Òàê êîãäà ïðèä¸ò äåíü, êîòîðûé äîëãî æäàë,
ß õî÷ó ïîíÿòü, äëÿ ÷åãî ÿ òàê ñòðàäàë.
ß õîòåë âçëåòåòü, êàìíåì ïàäàþ âíèç.
ß çàêðûë ãëàçà - íå ìîãó ñìîòðåòü íà æèçíü.
ß òàê äîëãî ø¸ë ê ñâîáîäå, íî, óâû,
Íåò ñâîáîäû, íåò! Ýòî ñëîâî äëÿ òîëïû.
Òèõî êàòÿòñÿ êàïëè ïî ùåêå -
Çàÿòíè ïåòëþ è íå áóäåò áîëüíî ìíå.
Ìèð ñäàâèë ìíå ãðóäü ðåàëüíîñòüþ ñâîåé,
Êàê ìíå äàëüøå áûòü, ÿ õî÷ó ïîíÿòü ñêîðåé.
ß èñêàë ìå÷òó, è ÿ ïîíÿë âåñü ñåêðåò:
Çàêðè÷àòü õî÷ó: "Ñâîáîäà - ýòî ñìåðòü!"
Òèõî êàòÿòñÿ èç çàêðûòûõ ãëàç
Ñë¸çû ÷¸ðíûå, âñ¸ â ïîñëåäíèé ðàç.
Òîïîð çàí¸ñ ïàëà÷, - âëò è âñ¸, ïðèø¸ë êîíåö.
Íå óñïåë äîæèòü... Âîò è âñ¸, ïðèø¸ë ìîé ÷àñ.
ß õî÷ó ñêàçàòü, ÷òîáû ïîíÿëè âû âñå:

I'm blackraven
I'm a woodchild
I'm bird of gods
I'm a wild warrior
Spirit of ancestors
Wind in your hair
And I fly to you
I'm darkness
I'm sorrow
I'm a cry
I'm a call
I'm a voice
The voice of old times
Your lost wisdom
And I fly to you
I'm woodchild
I am you
I'm your freedom
I'm your belief
I'm your true way
Way in the darkside
Road in the eternity

There exists the legend from long ago
That during fullmoon time
The count of vampires rises again
In the dark forlorn castle.
And awoken by the moonlight
He calls up vampires with
Wolve howling
To a new blood celebration,
From the vault, where he's been
esting for years.
On hearing this call, his servants
Hurry into the castle.
And to have a feast they
Carry live people.
And pour blood in the cups,
It flares up like a flame...
I would like to have a drink

Íèêòî íå âñïîìíèò, íèêòî íå ïîéì¸ò
Âåäü òàê äàâíî ýòî áûëî,
Íî ïàìÿòü î âèêèíãàõ - òèãðàõ ìîðåé
 íàøèõ ñåðäöàõ íå îñòûëà.
Êîãäà èñ÷åçëà ñåñòðà êîðîëÿ
Îáøàðèëè ëþäè ëåñà è ïîëÿ...
Ïðèíöåññû íèãäå íå íàéòè è ñëåäà,
Íàäâèíóëàñü ÷¸ðíàÿ çëàÿ áåäà.
Òîãäà ìåíåñòðåëü äà¸ò èì ñîâåò:
"×òîáû íàéòè òîé çàãàäêè îòâåò,
Äàâàéòå ðàçûùåì îòâàæíûõ ëþäåé,
Çäåñü áðîäÿò ïîáëèçîñòè òèãðû ìîðåé!"
Âóëüôåð îòâàæåí, à Êîðìàê õèò¸ð,
È ìå÷ ó îáîèõ, êàê áðèòâà, îñò¸ð
Çëîäåè óêðàëè ñåñòðó êîðîëÿ,
Òàêèõ íåãîäÿåâ íå íîñèò çåìëÿ.
Âîëíû ðû÷àò è êîëîòÿò â áîðòà,
Äðàêêàð íàø ëåòèò íåèçâåñòíî êóäà,
Âäðóã þòû íåñóòñÿ íàâñòðå÷ó íàì æèâî.
Áóäåò òèãðàì ãîëîäíûì ïîæèâà!
È ïîêàòèëèñü ãîëîâû ñ ïëå÷,
Âäîâîëü êðîâè íàïü¸òñÿ íàø ìå÷
Òîð è Îäèí ïîìîãóò íàì
Ñâÿùåííûé òîïîð íåñ¸ò ñìåðòü âðàãàì.
Þòû ðàçáèòû è âåòåð, øàëÿ,
Íåñ¸ò íàñ òóäà, ãäå ñåñòðà êîðîëÿ
Áü¸òñÿ êàê ïòèöà â îêîâàõ óáèéöû,
Êëÿòâîîòñòóïíèêà è êðîâîïèéöû.
Êîãäà íîñ äðàêêàðà óòêíóëñÿ â ïåñîê,
Áðûçíóëà êðîâü, êàê áåð¸çîâûé ñîê.
Âèêèíãîâ ñîòíè óøëè â Âàëãàëëó,
Èì áîëüøå íà ñëóøàòü õóëó è õâàëó.
Òîðëåéô ðàññòàëñÿ ñ æèçíüþ òîæå
Áóäü íàøà âîëÿ, ðàññòàëñÿ á è ñ êîæåé
Çîòü êðîâüþ áûëà çàëèòà çåìëÿ

On ancient slavonic land
Among woods and swamps
His birth was prophesied by volhvs
He's gonna lead the people
And grand duke was born in a dim forest
By valkiria-maiden
And rix Veselinov gave his son
Great name - Bozh
Hey, Slavs, let's sacrifice to Perun
And rush into the fight again
Bozh will lead us to fight
Against cruel enemies
The troops of our native land brave sons
Ride under the flag of hate
We're gonna bring back our ancient gods
In sacred groves of our great motherland
We are the warriors of winner's race
We carry war to our enemies
And Bozh will lead us like our

We bow to you first, Rod, and sing your great glory.
We praise you, the father of all human generations, mighty Svarog.
You are eternal and never freezing source, and he,
who drinks your water, lives until getting on your eternal meadows.
We sing you song, Sviatovid, cause you're the light,
which we seen the world through.
You hold the sun and stars strongly, and give us Yav,
and save us from Nav. We bow to you, Perun - The Thunderer,
that you don't cease to turn life whell and lead us by the way of truth
to the battle and funeral feast above those, who had given their lives
for faith and truth and go to the eternal life, to Perun's regiment.
Glory to you, honour and judge of warriorsm
that you shoot on our enemies and save us from their arrows.

Old God's Awake
Fire's Burning Again In The Night
Holy War Has Begun
Ancient War Cry Again, Calls Us To Fight
Old God's Awake
Swords again drink blood
True Belief Returns

Gericke April / November 1994
Pe o intindere mai mare de o milase aflau infipte
inru-un urias semicerc sute de mii de tepi in care
atiranau ramasitele celor duaeci de mii turci
prinsi si trasi in teapa
Arsita zilelor de vara le putrezise aproape de tot.
Pasarile rapitoare ale carpatilor au napadit asupra
cadavrelor si si-au facut cuiburi in cranilie purtiite.
Ramasitele vesmintelor zdrentuite fluturau spre
Cerul inserat. Integrul tinut mirosea a moarte,
mirosul carnii care putrezza.
The countryside before me lies in the mist,
as our horns sound the hymns of winter,
a breeze of eternity comes to my eyes,
as armageddish northwinds enter...
My journey goes through the cosmic realms of abyssic frost,
through the superior pit no storm will enter,
an incantation opens the gates of eternal wisdom,
the highest glory thorugh the blackest depths of profanation.
Oh, I ride the whore with impetuous lust,
and bath my souls in a chalice of sorrow,
filled with wine and combined with thorns,
a funeral storm of darkness I join...
For years I searched the gates of the transylvanian chasm.
Dim and slow was the path until now,
but my own eternity comes closer,
as the funeral path ends at my crypt...
Stars before my eyes...
The cold light of carpathia guides me through the land,
the veils of doom chaime for my rise,
in pagan wrath,
as I begin to bleed... until end to cosmis lands...
The valleys of transylvania become my proud grave,
this armageddish view is now close...
...neverending winter....

My Name Is Sigurd "The Bloody Axe"
I Am A Northerner And Take Pride That
I Am A Viking I Pray For Odyn And Thor
I Am A Warrior, Northern Winds Calls Me To War
Northern Wind Help Me Sweep Unbelievers Out Of Existence
And He Sing Me Batlle Song For My Great War Dance
Churches Of My Enemies Burning, Smoke Of
Conflagration Turned Sky Into Black Colour
Black Sky - It's A Great Symbol Of True War
And Until Black Sky Over My Head, Until
Northern Wind Filled Out Drakkar Salls

In The Deep Dark Forest
Elders sit by the fire
They are praying for pagan deities
And saying the incantation:
Perun - great god of thunder
Dazhbog - great god of Sun
Chernobog - god of darkness
We're asking for your help for us!
Priests make sacrifice
And idols again in blood
Ancient pagan rituals
Open doors to other world
Svarog - great god of skyfire
Yarilo - god of fertility
Kharachun - god of death!
We're asking for your help for us!
Perun - great god of thunder
Dazhbog - great god of Sun
Chernobog - god of darkness
Svarog - great god of skyfire
Yarilo - god of fertility
Kharachun - god of death!
We're asking for your help for us!

Gericke 29.11.1996
Ein Schneesturm jagt voraus, unbedeutend in seiner Einsamkeit,
jedoch zerstoererischer in seiner Kalte...
Gefrorene Baeche dies kristallener Welten schmerzen im purpurnen Eis
eines wundersamen Winters
...ein Pulsieren dieses Lebens erklingt, jedoch gedaempft, durch die Ummantelung
des gefrierenden Wahnsinns...
Und so verbleibt die Zeit, treibend in erstarrten Seen, denn Todesblumen
ersticken schon lange an der Kuehle
dieses ewig waehrenden Eises...
Und auf weißen Roerssern reiten die Beseelten,
machtvoll und glaenzend schimmernd erblicken unsereins dies Spektren des Todes,
denn in des Erloesers Verdammnis liegt die Erbluehung,
das Emporstreben ultimater Finsternis durch Vollkommenheit,
...und begraben und grazilem Eis,

Arator, Lapidator, Omtator, Somniator
Subaerofo, Levuator, Signator, Sudator,
Combater, Rugnator, Ductor, Seductor
Somosto
Vos Omnes Ministra Odei Et
Destractacnes Et Servatore Discorde
Et Ciund Libiter Opera Fisitis Et Tractibus.

Cold wind is singing a song to me
About a great snowy land
It revealed me saga about a fairy place
On that huge Earth
I often dream magic dreams of that
By winter enchanted land
And I wanna tell this tale about
The snowly land of the endless winter.
Obeying to the ancient gods' pledge covered
The snows this land throughout for ever
And in rivers, lakes and seas beneath the ice
Flows blue water no more.
Mountains and woods, fields and oakgroves
Are carpented eternally with sparkling cover
Within endless winter's power the whole world sleeps
Eternal fairy dream.
Every thing around keeps silent, no sound is heard
Every single thing is bound by magic silence
And at once dies down into the night
Every thing is white thoroughout,
and there's no life
Which used to be, seen beneath snow
But the bright sun hot arrow will
Never melt the snow
Nothern wizards covered all skies
Through with huge magic black coat
And at the sun dungeon guard stands
Faithful guardsman with sword
Black ravens fly over land
And search for prey among the snows
No one will ever save this land from
Eternal sparkling snowy fetters
And every thing's gonna remain as before
Through years pass by swiftly
Fly with me into this nameless land

A.R 1992
At the gates, the king awaits
and the hordes of the storms
are enslaved by the throne
through the centuries of the dark.
I`m here to sat on my throne and I watched between the skies.
Durch die Jahre immerwaehrender Dunkelheit,
erhaben und maechtig verweile ich auf meinem Thron,
durch die Jahre immerwaehrender Dunkelheit,
so erstarrte ich zu einer steinernen Gestalt
des Allmaechtigen, aus der Einsamkeit des Universums,
so preiset die Inthronisation,
allmaechtig in der Vergangenheit,
wahrhaftig durch Vollkommenheit.
Through the centuries of darkness,
I`m here to praise the last enthronment
through the centuries of everlasting mortality.
I sat on my throne

Îïóñòèëàñü òüìà íà çåìëþ, â íåáå ïîëíàÿ äóíà,
Ìÿãêèì ìðàêîì ìèð îêóòàí, íî÷ü ïðåêðàñíà, íî÷ü ñèëüíà.
ËÅñ îêóòàí òèøèíîþ, è âåñü ìèð äàâíî óæ ñïèò -
Òîëüêî òû îäèí ñðåäü ëåñà íî÷ü âñòðå÷àåøü â ýòîò ìèã.
׸ðíûé íåáîñâîä íàä íàìè, òûñÿ÷è ñîçâåçäèé â í¸ì,
Æòî íî÷ü ñâîé ñâåò íàì äàðèò, òîò, ÷òî ìû íå âèäèì äí¸ì.
Ïîñìîòðè â íî÷íîå íåáî è òîãäà è òû, ïîâåðü,
Ñàì ïîéì¸øü, ÷òî çíà÷èò âå÷íîñòü, ñàì ïîéì¸øü, ÷òî çíà÷èò ñìåðòü.
Òèõèé âåòåð òðåïëåò ëèñòüÿ íà äåðåâüÿõ íàä òîáîé,
Ýòî äóõè ì¸ðòâûõ øåï÷óò íàì î æèçíè îá èíîé,
Òû ïîéì¸øü èõ òèõèé øåïîò, òû ïîéì¸øü èõ òèõèé ñìåõ,
Òîëüêî íî÷üþ òû óâèäèøü ìèð, êîòîðûé îò âñåõ.
Ìèð, â êîòîðîì ñèëû ìðàêà äðåìëþò íî ïðèä¸ò íàø ÷àñ,
Îò äíåâíîãî ñâåòà, ñ íèìè íî÷ü ïðèä¸ò èçáàâèòü íàñ.
Äóõè ì¸ðòâûõ âîçâðàòÿòñÿ â ýòîò ìèð ÷òîá íàì ïîìî÷ü, -
Íàä çåìë¸é ïóñòü âîöàðèòñÿ íàâñåãäà ñâÿòàÿ íî÷ü.
Òàê âîññëàâèì âñå âî ìðàêå è âñåõ òåõ, êòî ÷òî ñêðûòû â í¸ì:
Ñèëàì òüìû è âå÷íîé íî÷è ìû ñåãîäíÿ ãèìí ïî¸ì,
Äðåâíèì áîæåñòâàì âî ìðàêå ìû îïÿòü ñòàëè âåðíû,
Òîëüêî íî÷ü ìû ïî÷èòàåì, ìû òåïåðü å¸ ñûíû.
Âîëêè âîþò â ò¸ìíîé ÷àùå, âîé èç áóäèò òåõ, êòî ñïèò,
È âî òüìå, êàê çâ¸çäû â íåáå çëîáíûé ñâåò èõ ãëÿç ãîðèò.
Äåíü óæ çàâòðà íå íàñòóïèò, ñâåòó òüìó íå ïðåâîçìî÷ü, -

The dim woods, the snowy fields,
The deep lakes - It's my land!
The great warriors, the pagan rituals,
The ancient gods - It's my land!
On my land I stand and I admire It's beauty
It's dim forests and It has dark oakgroves
It has endless fields and It has snowy fields
It has transparent lakes and It has deeply rivers
It's a country of my ancestors'
It's my ancestors land!
Many years ago on that ancient land
Lived, fought and died great warriors
Clanged steel of swords and flew blood of enemies
Many great battles took place in that country
But my ancestors have never kneeled the ground
And they always defeated their adversories.
Once upon a time there worshipped great gods
For true ancient pagan deities
People made sacrifice and prayed them
And now true belief returns
Altars again are standing in the forests
Now we can again come unite with nature.
We again hear call of forests
Blood of ancestors is flowing in our veins
Their voices sounding in our brains
And we sharpen our swords
Great war has just begun