Ive met in surrounding me nature spirits and deities wielding the element, in a field, in a forest, in rocks and caves and I won their goodwill with sacrifices. Horses carried me to the skies, White, beautiful steeds ... beloved. I was attacking brushwood violently I touched motherland... Percus ! Magic cirkles and black stones Percus ! Forest spells and damned souls Percus ! I find worship in you PERCUS !!! They will return, dance like fire, as before They will return, to the trees, to the forest of mine... to the kingdom ! The thunderer demons guards the sacred spot during those cold nights they found peace and consolation. I rediscover the power and charm to defeat like a sorcerer, like thousands years ago, Oaken castles from millenium before, They will rise once again... as a sign... Percus !
percus, forest, cirkles, brushwood, thunderer