Spellcraft And Heathendom

I＇ve 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 !