Forlorn and yet still divine
Here faun is free
The guardian of the shrine in might groves
Thy power in the womb of sacred wise
Clings to life
Banished to the woods of a sickly starlight
Shrunk to stones
Starving for grandeur!
In the quaking sea of blackness
Where faith dies and men forget
The spark’s enshrined
I spoke with spell and sword
To prostrate kings
With thunder from an open sky
To warrior, virgin, and sage!
When raven cries
Sic luceat lux!
From golden sword
Down in shadows
Beyond sight
The outlaws lie
Scorn on scorn piled
Ambushed in shadow
Beyond sight
A star lit in the dark
The invisible sun!
I, the molfar
Make this offering
And I’ll keep the faith
Its cycle, its rise, and its greatness
Crouching wolf and hidden lynx
May we be victorious!
May we last day and night!
King rat
The witcher and his spawn!
Will new life’s dawn
Perish in silence?
As knife twisted in spine
Destroys it all!
Swallow thy pride
Those who enter the auric gates
No king, no warrior
Takes courage to lead the way
Mantra upadłych
To krew i stos
Mentra niewinnych
W niej miota się noc
To mantra bezsilnych
Gwiezdnych skryzdeł jęk
Mantra wybranych
Zapłonie światόw tron i gniew!
Zapłonie gniew!
W gόrze zapłonie
Grom i stos!