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 [bad word] 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!