I've met in surrounding me natureSpirits and deities wielding the elementIn a field, in a forest, in rocks and cavesAnd I won their goodwill with sacrificesHorses carried me to the skiesWhite, beautiful steeds... BelovedI was attacking brushwood violentlyI touched motherland
Percus! Magic circles and black stonesPercus! Forest spells and damned soulsPercus! I find worship in youPercus!They will return, dance like fire, as beforeThey will return, to the treesTo the forest of mine... To the kingdom!
The thunderer demonsGuards of sacred spotDuring those cold nightsThey found peace and consolation
Between the gates of pomeranian kingdom of magicThey will reign again the thrones of mighty fatherland!
I rediscover their power and charmTo defeat like a sorcererLike thousand years agoOaken castles from millennium beforeThey will rise once again... As a sign...Percus!