Following the Voice of Blood


White Hand's Power

The white hand, proud and strong by ruling the realm of Isengard.
White as consciousness of illuminated mind spirit became flesh,
Symbolized by the hand.
That's true cleanness, being able to rase the world out of its hinges
And create it new :
Behold the banner's flying, it calls to join,
Because the white hand prevails...

White hand's power to the realm of Isengard,
White hand's elegance to the kings of Isengard
White hand's supremacy to the axisforces of middle-earth
White hand's dominion to the ends of the world...
And to universe at next!

Marching southword, orkish battlecries in air,
Heavy boots crush down weakness in dust
Warriors executing inferior lifes by firesword :
Submit or die, creatures of odd...
Creatures of ill...
Creatures of mud...
Degenerated by mixed blood!
Submission, submission, submission
To the splendid kings of Isengard
To the one race born of ice and flames!

White hand's power to the realm of Isengard,
White hand's elegance to the kings of Isengard
White hand's supremacy to the axisforces of middle-earth
White hand's dominion to the ends of the world...
And to universe at next!


Sharp thorn huts a noble man
To let him know the taste of blood
But the intruder must beware of him,
Because death sleeps in every thorn

In the garden of human plants
There is a lot of human thorns
No one likes them, 'cause they bring pain
Pain or truth? NO matter, they hurt the same...

Black thorn
Alone and proud he grows
And every creature envies him
Fear paralyses enemies
He's strong enough to make them dead

I am the thorn of darkness
Reflection of men's true nature
I came to this dying world
To celebrate upcoming end

Following the Voice of Blood

When the dark clouds in the sky full of the black ravens,
Announce the time of great trial,
Each man takes his sword, his shield and sets out on a journey,
WHere sounds of horns summon him.
No one will spare his blood
When on the battlefield, regent of gods lead us
Raise your swords brother and fight
On the horn's sound we will move
We will follow the ravens in the sky

Blood for blood!
Fire for fire!
Death for death!
Armoured man by armoured man,
They stride, step by step,
Sword by sword, shield by shield,
They're marching in silence...

Many of them will die tomorrow,
But none of them is afraid of death.
When the horns and kettle-drums sound
Steady rows of warrior will move.
Man by man
Without shadow of fear
Like the winged chariots of fire

Every man bears his shield
Every man holds his weapon in the hand
Ravens circulate over our heads
Tomorrow we'll feed our dogs on christian hearts
Brother! Blow the horn of war!
Tomorrow's battle will e watched by our gods
And forefathers
And we must take revenge in their names!

Over the horizon dark clouds appear
It's cold and clouds of steam hover over us
We are marching silently...
We are overwhelmed in thoughts
Marching for victory...

Hate and wrath burn our hearts
Our thought echo in the space
Into the battle we go to win
Into the battle that will determine the world's fate

Raise the Swords!

You who have become the legend!
I summon you mighty warriors!
Your power, honour and pride
Shall encourage all of us

The same blood runs in our veins,
But our brothers' minds are poisoned
Their spirit should be purified
Enemies' temples burnt to the ground...

We raise the swords and start new war
Against the plague of foreign gods
Fidelity and pagan pride
Will lead us to the final glory!

Nothing can deafen voice of blood
Instinct decodes every lie
Strong arms will soon throw down the chains
And bring the lost dignity back...

Let's raise the swords forged in blood
Together with forefathers' ghosts
Invisible astral power
Shall turn us into cruel beasts

Immortal are the ideals
For which we fight and proudly die
There is a flame of heritage
That every man has to protect

We are the last bastion of truth,
Those who have never betrayed their roots
The heathen fire of our hearts
Can only raise but never go out!

We take an oath on our swords
To raise them when it's time for fight
When alien offend our faith
And spit on forefathers' grave...

And the Horn was sounding far away

When my spirit was roaming among the winter's fog
I say my grey brother wolf drinking my blood
My bloody lay on the snow,
Disabled, mortally wounded

I, the last of the mountain's clan
Pursued and wounded by enemies
Passed away in this place

I'm still hearing the horn sounding far away,
Herds of ravens are following there
But I can't get there anymore...
I am so far from my burnt home

I see the snow falling on my face
But I am not able to throw it down
I see my eyes closed
And mouths congealed in pain
They will never say anything more...

Winds brings the black clouds...
Soon the thick snow will fall
Wind! Hide my dead body!
I haer my persecutors are coming...

I will regenerate
In the shape of wolf with black bristle
I will draw my fangs
In the river of enemies' blood!

Fed by the Beasts

One day an eagle kidnapped him
When he was only two years old
Eagle raised him to infinite expanses
And brought him to his nest

Eagle's claws were very sharp
They wounded his body hard
The blood was running plentifully
Nobody could hear his screams and call!

An eagle had no children
So he was bringing meat and feeding the nipper
Why did gods choose such a fate for him?
Why didn't eagle kill this child?

Winters and years passed away
An eagle taught his son to kill unexpectedly
A wolf taught his daughter
To hunt and beset the victim

Nowadays their home villages
Are covered by ashes
And trees brought to the ground
All of their families passed away
Because nobody wanted to accept new belief
They fought and died in fight till the last breath

The day she retired from home
The heard of wilves appreade in the forest's border
It happened in winter when herd felt a hunger
A wolf caught her and went into the woods
Screams and cry didn't change anything
Wolfish fangs wounded her painfully
She couldn't do anything
She was too little
She was only few years old

A wolf had no children
So he was bringing meat and feed her
Why did gods choose such a fate for her?
Why didn't wolf kill her feeling hunger?

Today no christian can enter the woods...
Armoured knights going for hunting
Never come back
Blood permeates through the earth fast
This winter wolves aren't hungry

When my spirit was walking throgh the forest,
I met her and him
It was very cold evening
And the sun was setting
They stood on the forest's border
The wind was blowing through their hair...

And night was falling down
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