Żywiołak - Morski Król

Seas of the whole world. Billows flowing against the currents
Slaughter and darkness and power are within you. Wash away our pagan blemish
Mary, goddess of war, for you we raise our weapons
Peace is not for us today, Christ himself will pay us our reward

The roar of demons in the night
Where prophetic dogs bite
The wild hunt over the gord
A sign, that all will die

A swarm of Wends in the distance
Sweeping through the northern waves
Demons, vipers, unruly pack
Ratibor’s demented band

Konungahella, Konungahella, blood and gold, battle and glory
Konungahella, Konungahella, halyards north, over the balks
Konungahella, Konungahella, the gods bring death upon you
The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirits, all this who reside in Triglav

Seas of the whole world, foamy waves devour the sand
We sail north again, shackled by mermaids and fog
The relics from Sigurd’s journey will keep plagues away from our gates
Prophets and the apostles who baptize our soil
The gods deliver, luck is on our side
We bring news from our journey
We shall force our slaves to say the Lord’s Prayer
Glory be to Gods and the Griffins