Chant of the Eastern Lands Behemoth

In the forests of eternal dreaming
Old oaks lighted up by the full moon's light
The coldness of dungeon touches the inside of wooden maze
From the womb of the mother-wolf I was born
The witches foretold in the hearts of my enemies
In the midnight wilderness I took a pledge
Quickly I fell in love with the taste of steel
For ages waiting for its denudation

The final triumph
The pure barbarity

I howl to the moon for support in my battle
The moon, symbol of purity, the essence of beauty
I damn the sun, rising again and again
In brightness of bloody light, steel holocaust
I received hails from the northern side of snow-covered Carpathians
The light breath of nightmare, as a sign
I summon the iron powers, cavalry of my brothers
From the land of Armageddish fields

The final triumph
The pure barbarity
I am the bard of

I am the bard of Eastern lands
I lead my brothers for death struggle
In glory of victory my armies rise
Barbarian tribes with fury of desecration
With axes reach the sky, hiding usurpator in their wings
Call the clouds, desecrating all the holiness
Hurt bodies on the snow, Pandemonium burns
This battle is a rebellion, rebirth of old traditions
Mythical hell is the paradise to the true warriors
There they attain eternity and sit high on the throne