Red Moon Rising (The Drink Offering) - Panychida

We will drink the mead

In this dreamlike promised land

Drink the mead, my dear friend

Drink the mead in our beloved land

Drink the mead till our glory’s end

Till our glory’s end

We are passing through mountains

Breaking storms, waves of snow whipping again

Mighty hills jailed by frozen chain

Grimly they rise, resisting frosty rain

We can hear quiet Vesna’s calling

We can see the birch tree growing

We can feel that forest awaking

We are sure to be at the end of the journey

By our gods, peace is broken

By our gods, we will stand

By our gods, we were chosen

To protect the promised land

My friend, the moon is glowing red

Enemies born from western mist

Perun I swear, we’ll protect the land

Many will die, but never kneel