VEGVISIR Bazena

Stones under your feet still remember her... Hear me now, you ancient oaks, Hear me, earth that blood now soaks. Let Perun wake his thunder's might, Let the wolf dream in the mounds tonight. [Verse 1] She appeared at the dawn from the burial mounds, With ash on her brow, where the dew surrounds. She carried a song older than temples and swords, A song that repels all the conquerors' hordes. In her eyes was the moon over waters of black, On her lips were the spells bringing centuries back. When she sang 'neath the sycamore, lifeless and cold, She awakened the blood of the days of old. [Pre-Chorus] When the darkness shattered the final light, She raised her hands to the starry night. And the earth began to shake beneath her tread, As if the mists were returning the dead. [Chorus: Bazhena! Sing until the ancient forest quakes! Let the old blood remember us as it wakes! Bazhena! Let Perun hurl his thunder's might! You are the song that leads us to the fight! Dance in the fire! Dance amid the steel! Let every foe the wrath of our bones feel! Bazhena! Prophetess of a time long past! When your throat burns, the kindred's dream is cast! [Verse 2] When the enemy marched under iron's dark sign, The men stood in terror, a trembling line. She only laughed—so radiant and calm, Like a night that knows the moon's secret psalm. She grabbed her spear and rushed to the fray, Right where the bravest men in the dust lay. Her battle-cry pierced the clash and the sound, Her dance broke the ranks, driving iron to ground. [Pre-Chorus] The blood on her hands was never a shame, But the price of the land, saved from the flame. In her wolfish eyes, a fierce fire grew, Was she woman or magic? Nobody knew. [Chorus] [Bridge: Kindred, arise! From the ash and the gore! Kindred, remember who you were before! Fire of Svarog, cleanse our home's face! Veles from the deep, open the resting place! Mother Mokosh, guide her hand and her aim! Father Perun, bless our weapons with flame! She does not beg. She does not cower. She calls forth the days of forgotten power! SHE IS NO VICTIM! NO SHADOW IN NIGHT! SHE IS THE WOLF'S DAUGHTER, OUR DESTINY'S MIGHT! WHERE WARRIORS MARCH, SHE STEPS IN THE FLOOD! THE SONG IS HER WEAPON! THE DANCE IS HER BLOOD! AND THE ANCIENT GODS, AWAKENED AND PROUD, THUNDER RIGHT FROM HER MOUTH, ROARING ALOUD!