On Gromnic
O parent with a thunderbolt in her hand,
Running with Life to Life,
You see the birds of the trap,
It's in the dark.
You bring the light to see it
On all way of the journey,
So that I may not be tempted,
Which leads us astray.
I want the Gromnica with me,
In the sign of Jesus and you.
True light of eternity,
An act of providence in need.
I'm not looking for false lights,
But intercession, please.
And by lighting the slayer,
I love the eternal deity.
