Barbarous Pomerania

Race of Noble Conquerors

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From ages Their carry sword of Swarg
Leaving behind them the blaze, wild fear
Winners in hundred battles and skirmishes
Power and Glory of cruel White Gods
Flaming desire of rule and conquest
We invade and crush any strike
Earth belongs only to tough warriors
Blood of defeated army is spalshing everywhere
Hear noises of taken slaves
Defeateds are groaning in pain under our feets
Fanfares for fearless wolfs
Always ready to fight and crush
Our homestead is bloody battlefield
Guts are banner of our enemies
In shine of radiant invincible Sun
We taking delight of bestial murder
In rhythm of drums of war
We roaring triumphant
Like wolfs at winter time to new moon