Mym poanim z nejvit?ich Viditi v?ech do jednoho Nepoatel Svych i sokch uhlavnich I v?ecku lzu nejni??i V krvi jejich vlastni Po krk se brodici Ve
Mighty Midnight nation Firmly guarding their land, Thwarting the plans of Southerns, Destroying all of Christianity Ancient nation Courageous warriors
Tak, lzo z nejubo?ej?ich Tei dobrou radu k tobi mam: Stoez se Moji blizkosti Neple? se Mi do cesty Se zlou se snadno pota?e? Neb cholerik Ja jsem A
From white Storming-mountains To deep dark Krivoklat-forests There is abundant landscape Land forever called Luka His kingdom, ample fatherland From
No God But man Creator ot God In his own image Man's longing tor control Fear from liability for his acts Creation of God for cases of failure Every
Okam?ik pouhy prchlivy na hlavu naraz v?e stavi Ml?inu vichr rozviri, mne vzbudi ze snuch slazenych Zavoje ?ede rozcari, ji? zrim v barvach saturenych
...master of cripples king of weaklings, by rights condemned to cross, he will bear it and be put to death on it... ...king of terrestrial rabble is
Jen tak zapla?im ?izeo Svou Touhy a pocity ukojim natrvalo I tilo Me pak naviky zstane Zaplaveno blahem nevyslovnym Ma nesmrtelnost jest vyva?ena krvi
Anxiety from emptiness after life Solution - the idea of eternal being Devotion to belief in life after death The bond of soul to God The loss of need
Dense files of Lucans, Blood-thirsty barbarians Are rushing worth To intense onslaught Defending adversaries Adherents of Holy Church Are drowned in
For cripples and lamers And sluts that can be bought Let's prepare execution And their lives will be not Their bodies as the bells Let's hang along
String of messengers Of Southern religion In the name of Jesus Son of new god Aim of their pure journey Free country Plentiful and flowery, Czech and
V?ehomir ve?kery Od samych vikuch poeatkuch Nepoznal klidu ?adneho Nemo?nost miru vieneho Nejistota jest jistotou jedinou V oi?i smrti, boje a chaosu
Some are pleasant, some are not The things our fate has brought Fights and battles of all kinds Man has to go through One and every decision Is forever
Real judgment day Unexpected, unforeeseen Sword - accuser of Church Keen axe - judge Calmed battle-field Wide open gate to Nhaavah Heaps of fallen Christians
Fresh red blood Of sheep and of raven Is mixing together In only one pool There was not and is not Any difference Between the victim And the false hunter
?ilenym +eznikem Mi nazyvaj Co? k pravdi nema daleko Hravi ti o tom poesvideim Okusi?-li jen zlomek hnivu Meho Pociti? ostoi Moji sekery Chlad kalene
Krev neni nutnou potravou Pro ?aludek Mj ?adouci Poesto ?iznim po ni velice V?ak z pohnutek ryze du?evnich Krev - to? kapalina viru podivna Pro ?ivot