Paroles de Under The Pagan Flag

Eternal landscapes painted by the twilight In the land of the ancient children. Woods of darkness,foggy valleys In the sklavin's land We look from the highest towers of the forest. Wandering upon the vastland of the elder strenght. We sing the songs whispered by the waves of baltic Carried by the strzybog's winds Glory We march under the banner of jarovit. Under the pagan flag we ride. Children of eternal landscapes,painted by the twilight for Centuries to come. We look from the highest towers of the forest. Wondering upon the moon. And wait to open the gates of the forest.