Colossus of Helios

Colossus of Helios bringing the world to war,
singing about his own glory to a man without sword.
Breaking new morning in land of the brave,
peoples with flags waving barricades ahead.
Now when the sun shining from a haven so blue,
the peace doves is crying from a distant aveny.
Colossus of Helios cracking down bye and bye,
feet made of clay the neck good old pie.

Volja

Fog this morning, now the sun brakes through a cloudy sky, hammering from the rails.
Steam engines, compressed air, supplies to my friend.

#Rekya

Shamans of the past talks about the future,
rivers shall be red and the sun turns into black.
Gates of Joe Hill shall be opened for you,
don't look back .
I´ll shall return like I told you.

On holy ground

You and me, 

we are twins,
from the mother one.
Same joy,
same grief.
Born in another world,
you died,
me alone.

Hallelujah!

I am a matchless writer,
a few words,
old lines on an old  parchment.
I stand here among you all,
middle of Areopagus,
recite my peace manifesto.
A sheep in wolf's clothing,
My face turns backwards.
Power comes from my people's army,
Hallelujah!

Von Riben

Lützen dimman sveper in över Eurasien,
fältmarskalk Riben förbereder sin armé.
Ingen anar, ingen ser, vad som i det fördolda sker.
Skymtar kullarna i Częstochowa,
drar kanonerna genom oländig terräng.
Svarta Madonnan segern ger,
ger oss rätten på vår sida.
Ett rättfärdigt krig är allt vi ber,
synderna vi måste sona.

Song for Ukraine

Spring is here,
fulmars over the fields.
Dove's cry,
hoo-rhoo,
hoo-rhoo.
In the distant horizons rumbles battle rooster with its bubbling sound;
jo-ysch,
jo-ysch.

Spring is here,
cranes over the fields.
Dove's cry,
hoo-rhoo,
hoo-rhoo.
In the neighbor's yard rooster crowed with its bubbling sound;
jo-ysch,
jo-ysch.

Spring is here,
battle wagon across the fields.
The mind is tense,
wroom-wroom,
wroom-wroom.
In the narrow machine with its engine noise;
wroom-wroom,
wroom-wroom.