Hiraeth

Veles gazes east
Fire burns his eye
The wolf has no master
Except his savage pride

Where have they gone, the ring of steel
The glory of our fathers
In svarga’s halls yet burn
The fires of the Sun

Ho, Europa
Carpathian cold
The empires that have risen
The stories we have told

Father in the night, come take us up
Into the skies of old
The hunting horns, they call
They call us home

Into the lair of the beast
Through the Siberian Yule
Forests of sorcerous light
There we rule

Can you hear us?
Until our blood is cold
Can you see us?
The horns will call us home
Can you hear us?
Until the night breaks day
And Mara’s serenade
Is calling out our names
We fight

Veles gazes east
Fire burns his eye
Your time has not yet come, my friend
To fall upon his scythe

So burn
And rise, and be released
Into the skies so blue
Into our ancient war
And our verses true

Can you hear us?
Until our blood is cold
Can you see us?
The horns will call us home
Can you hear us?
Until the night breaks day
And Mara’s serenade
Is calling out our names
We fight

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