THE WOMAN OF SERPENTS

Bloody dew in morning's mist
Clanging swords, chains and pikes
Horses tread the fields of Tālava
Covered with corpses of Letgallians
I glimpse black men on the sacred hill
Digging their axes into the trees

All day and night they toil
The stone of Gods is split and cracked
The holy oaks become a wall
And the cross on the steeple stabs the Sky
Through fire, through sword, through seas of blood
A new faith comes to us!

There in the depths of ancient woods
Hurry, seek her out
The witch, the wise one of Lauma
Bring news to the woman of serpents
So her sharp words can break this curse

She who was born among serpents
Chosen by the Lord of the Snakes
Blessed in the venom of vipers
Unmatched in words of magic
Her face black, she turns in dance:

"Strike! Strike! Thunder with lightning and fire
Burn churches in flames blue
Whither and die unholy power
Fall like an autumn leaf and be destroyed!"

By the holy stone the woman of serpents
Sacrifices and prays:
"Come, return, ruler of the Sky
Hack, slash, shatter and shake!
This foreign church must finally break!"

"Pērkons rides the bridge of iron, his horses nine
A green whip in hand,
A green snake rides in front
Slash into pieces nine
Throw into the deepest see"

The land shakes and the Earth trembles
And blue lights spark the air
Evil fires in the witch's eyes,
Dire silence descends on Earth

Behold! The Sky is turning black
Look! The cross is set on fire
"Come, return, ruler of the Sky
Hack, slash, shatter and shake!
This foreign church must finally break!"