The Prophetic

I will pass

Along the covert paths, by my Veda.

I won't have a backdoor.

And I'll get a grip of the Universe Harmony.

Veles the Prophetic - I am thy wanderer…

Prophetic deity sheds its starmilk

From the sky upon the divine crossroads.

By Kalinov Farriage,

Where the Edge of the Beyond is,

Where Alatyr-White Hoarstone is,

And the Navja's Domains are.

I am on my way again,

I follow by Veda's sign far beyond the endless expanse.

Moon sheds light as the Sun of the Dead,

Grey Raven leads me on the path.

In the haze of times,

At the ancient ages

The sombre shroud of his prophetic dreams

Flaps with the wings of Nav'.

Veles twists the Spire of worlds,

And Svarog beats with his hammer.

And Perun's thunder

Rips the firmaments again,

Spilling life-giving waters.

In the backwoods,

Under the stark fir boughs,

Under Marena's pale face,

Raven flaps with his black wings.

And I gaze at the horizons,

I hear:

"I am - thy path,

And the path is eternal…"