"Strzyg, wiwern, endriag i wilkołaków wkrótce nie będzie już na świecie. A sk_rwysyny będą zawsze."
Czas pogardy, Andrzej Sapkowski.

"I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the LORD do all these things."
Isaiah 45:7

"In the sheltering shade of the forest
Calling calming silence
Accompanied only by the full moon
The howling of a night wolf
And the path under my bare feet...
Hearing music from the deepest forest
Songs as a seduction of sirens
The elf-folk is calling me
It's the honesty of these worlds
Ruled by magic and mighty swords
That makes my soul long for the past"
Nightwish - "Elvenpath"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoQj8GGHNxUi .
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s2Kt-2E8XmM

Don't cry over the loss of your son, although he died so young
He is lacking not tears but wild steppes, his sabre and the adventure
There where fates of war brought their as gales to the summer lightning
There is still a soldier's song, about freedom, fight, services

Look the regiments of Lisowczycy are going, into all directions of the world
Under hooves Swedish dragoon, by the sabre a Tartar is dying
Look there are going regiments of Lisowczycy, into all directions of the world
The mace is crushing formation of enemies, it's charge of Lisowczycy

To Kresy* hot blood led, to destroy tsar's thrones
Although Poland didn't pay the pay, the destination was reached
And carried far horned hearts, song of the fire, of bloody steel
Drums beat the rhythm of hooves, when into the far distance they galloped

Red and black banner called against many enemies
On Ruthenia a conflagration deepened, Then came a Swedish Deluge*
When it come to take back slaves from Asia, and broke a Tartar
There bunches dispersed, a team of desperadoes raced

Look the regiments of Lisowczycy are going, into all directions of the world
Under hooves Swedish dragoon, by the sabre a Tartar is dying
Look there are going regiments of Lisowczycy, into all directions of the world
The mace is crushing formation of enemies, it's charge of Lisowczycy

The time blotted the memory of those centuries out, brave, lively brotherhood
Their bones lie amongst steppes, amongst wild fields, stretches
But I know, that when Poland calls you, sharp sabres will shine
And your restless ghosts, again will move in the saddle

*Kresy - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kresy
*Swedish Deluge - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deluge_(history)