The flash of light from the depths of the mind Brought to an end my earthly existence So as the spirits of time haunting the body My soul is drifting through chambers of past The thoughts as floods a taking control View of our culture washed in our tears Our fathers hearts prepared to avenge Orthodox lands washed in their blood Devoted to God, so blessed by his hand Constant I was and constant I am The fatherland mourned. In shallow graves Buried are the enemies with honour and pride On the beginning so as on to the end The emotions drained are coming to life Now Im aware of my shapeless form And so Im floating Grasping at shadows! Oh my God... what an empyrean event! The troops are gathering for attack Theyre gathering for one last stand One last stand in Gods will Tame people once Put together eagles and steel Their courage combined With the hatred of their enemies Hear the words... centuries... The swords of Dach, the Axes of Japodh The legions of Rome, the hordes of Tatar The malicious knights by the flaming seas Spill blood across these ancient fields We managed to survive. Infinity in one hand, the visions in other The rush of pain brought to me the choice So if I had strength to look forward I would have seen my people marching on In the heavenly paths of the ancient ones I am touching my climax and abyss Along my glittering points of infinity For my hope and our name
infinity, gathering, constant, washed, ancient