Each time when I walk alone
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Each time when I wander along
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Along the valley of the forest deep
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I can feel presence of the sleeping ones, not dead yet
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Dreaming their ancient dreams
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As they lay hidden in solitude
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In honour and pride, at the midnight ride
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Every day and night, with every minute spent
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Multifaced deities reveal from beyond the mist
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The mist I have pictured within my mind
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As the memories of Slavs awake....
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Gathered under Carpathians
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We are the rocks of pagan age
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Hearken and remember:
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SWARASIZ - Elder and the Highest of Lutic tribe
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Remember SVENTEVITH, and hearken to his horn
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Remember RUGIEVITH, creature of seven faces
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Remember TRIGLAV, the Omnipotent three-headed one
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Hearken to PERUN's voice of power
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Remember TURUPIT, remember PIZAMAR
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Hearken to the Omniscient ones
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Remember STRIBOG, who rides the mighty winds
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Hearken to TJARNAGLOFI, the elements of darker side
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Remember SIMARGL, forever veiled in mystery
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Remember RADEGAST, remember GEROVITH
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Hearken to the Ones whose eyes are ominious
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Remember all those names
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Covered by the dust of centuries
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Hearken to inner voice of universal memory
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And remember: the heathen age belongs to us!
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As The Memories Of Slavs Awake
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Thalarion |