When the power of lightning strikes the heavens
On warm summer days
I turn my eyes to the Gods
Great and powerful nature
Giving thanks for the gift hidden in the flashes of power
A cold night fell over the ancient coniferous forest
Heavy rains fill the roads of my village
Hidden somewhere deep in the Pomeranian forests
Like pouring rain, it cleanses the land
Our reality
It is the year nineteen hundred...
The forests of Pomerania...
I know that I was born there
To make my fathers' culture more beautiful
I know that I gave them my heart
Filled with pain and fear...
In the silver bands of moonlight
My warriors pierce the oak forests
We are heading towards the crossroads
To make our sacrifice in a bloody fight
More thunders of the storm in the evening light
They assure us of the their strength
It is the fathers who have accompanied us from the very beginning
Sometimes they send us greetings and sometimes wrath from the blue sky
Forests of Pomerania
It's good that the forests are full of animals
It allows us to maintain this the team on their feet
And their axes and shields and heavy swords
And their fur shoes are soaked
Blood-red mud
We pass another mile to reach the forests
Hide under the wings of the night< br/>One more twinkle in the dark
Like a father's goodnight puts us to sleep...
Like wolves...

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