As The Memories Of Slavs Awake

Each time when I walk alone

Each time when I wander along

Along the valley of the forest deep

I can feel presence of the sleeping ones, not dead yet

Dreaming their ancient dreams

As they lay hidden in solitude

In honour and pride, at the midnight ride

Every day and night, with every minute spent

Multifaced deities reveal from beyond the mist

The mist I have pictured within my mind

As the memories of Slavs awake....

Gathered under Carpathians

We are the rocks of pagan age

Hearken and remember:

SWARASIZ - Elder and the Highest of Lutic tribe

Remember SVENTEVITH, and hearken to his horn

Remember RUGIEVITH, creature of seven faces

Remember TRIGLAV, the Omnipotent three-headed one

Hearken to PERUN's voice of power

Remember TURUPIT, remember PIZAMAR

Hearken to the Omniscient ones

Remember STRIBOG, who rides the mighty winds

Hearken to TJARNAGLOFI, the elements of darker side

Remember SIMARGL, forever veiled in mystery

Remember RADEGAST, remember GEROVITH

Hearken to the Ones whose eyes are ominious

Remember all those names

Covered by the dust of centuries

Hearken to inner voice of universal memory

And remember: the heathen age belongs to us!