Cold Waters of Turbulent Torrents

I arose … I materialized
From cold waters of turbulent torrents
In a rain of eternal drops
Through the mist and haze
Into the new dimension
Black forest is the where I was born
In the sign of an ancient kind
My life seems to be so empty, forlorn
And beguiling visions I cannot bind
Ancient Slavic rite of the vernal equinox
Narcotic smell of the native ground
Spreads through the valley never found
Whispering moon in the blackened sky
Embracing my soul with the silverblack dawn
Above the horizons
The pagan winds of eternal winter blow
Under the highest mountain
Where the bones of my ancestors rest
Under the blanket of freezing snow
Where evil sunbeams do not shine
I burn the ancient bones
I blow their ancient dust
With a squall in my hands
I am a new disciple of a rain eternal
With a squall in my hands
I am a new follower of Perun’s voice of power