Chant of the Eastern Lands - Behemoth

In the forest of the Eternal dreaming

Old oak lighted up by the fullmoon’s light

The coldness of dungeon torches the inside of wooden maze

From the womb of the mother-wolf I was born

The witches foretold the coming of tragedy

They awakened fright in the hearts of my enemies

In the midnight wilderness I took a pledge

Quickly I fell in love with the taste of steel

For ages waiting for its donudation

The final triumph

The pure barbarity

I howl to the moon to support my battle

The moon, symbol of purity, the essence of beauty

I damn the sun, rising again and again

In brightness of bloody light, steel holocaust

I received hails from the northern side

Of snowcovered Carpathians

The light breath of nightbreeze, as a sign

I summon the iron powers, cavalry of my brothers

From the land of armageddish fields

I am bard of the eastern lands…

I lead my brothers for death struggle

In glory of victory my armies rise

Barbarians tribes with fury of desecration

With axes reach the sky, hiding usurpator in their wings

Call the clouds, desecrating all the holiness

Hurt bodies on the snow, Pandaemonium burns

This battle is a rebellion, rebirth of old traditions

Mythical hell is the paradise to the true warriors

There they attain eternity and sit high on the thrones

Pagan nations became united

Mighty bards received their long awaited silence

Slavs returned to their villages and woods

Pagan frights of heavenly hell dispelled

…I opened the door to the higher than stars knowledge

And took a long walk through the unknown dimensions

As the sign of the fullmoon, in damnations I shall rise