Grom, meaning 'thunder' in several Slavic languages, may refer to:
The Grom (meaning "thunder" in Polish) is a man-portable air-defense system produced in Poland. It consists of a 72 mm anti-aircraft missile set with a flight speed of 650 m/s, as well as a single-use launcher, re-usable gripstock and thermal battery coolant assembly electric unit. The full name of the system is PZR Grom, PZR standing for Przeciwlotniczy Zestaw Rakietowy (literally anti-air rocket-propelled system).
It is designed to target low-flying helicopters and aeroplanes. As such, the Grom missile is used by other surface-to-air defence systems of Polish design, including ZSU-23-4MP Biała, ZUR-23-2 kg and POPRAD self-propelled artillery system. It should not to be confused with versions of the Zvezda Kh-23 air-to-surface missile built under licence in Yugoslavia/Serbia as the Grom-A and Grom-B.
Initially at least since the 1970s the MESKO metal works in Skarżysko-Kamienna mass-produced license-built Soviet Strela-2M (SA-7 Grail) surface-to-air missiles, designated in Poland as Strzała-2M. However, when these became outdated in the late 1980s the lead designers prepared the works to produce a more modern Soviet design, the 9K38 Igla (SA-18 Grouse). However, Poland left the Soviet bloc in 1990 and the license was declined, thus leaving Poland with no modern MANPADS at hand.
The Federal Security Service of the Russian Federation (FSB; Russian: Федеральная служба безопасности Российской Федерации (ФСБ), tr. Federal'naya sluzhba bezopasnosti Rossiyskoy Federatsii; IPA: [fʲɪdʲɪˈralʲnəjə ˈsluʐbə bʲɪzɐˈpasnəstʲɪ rɐˈsʲijskəj fʲɪdʲɪˈratsɨjɪ]) is the principal security agency of Russia and the main successor agency to the USSR's Committee of State Security (KGB). Its main responsibilities are within the country and include counter-intelligence, internal and border security, counter-terrorism, and surveillance as well as investigating some other types of grave crimes and federal law violations. It is headquartered in Lubyanka Square, Moscow's centre, in the main building of the former KGB. The Director of the FSB since 2008 is army general Aleksandr Bortnikov.
The immediate predecessor of the FSB was the Federal Counterintelligence Service (FSK) of Russia, itself a successor to the KGB: on 12 April 1995, Russian president Boris Yeltsin signed a law mandating a reorganization of the FSK, which resulted in the creation of the FSB. In 2003, the FSB's responsibilities were widened by incorporating the previously independent Border Guard Service and a major part of the abolished Federal Agency of Government Communication and Information (FAPSI). The two major structural components of the former KGB that remain administratively independent of the FSB are the Foreign Intelligence Service (SVR) and the State Guards (FSO).
Ty który lasy ogarn??e? piorunów p?aszczem
Ty który wichrem karmisz dzieci swe
Wzbudzi?e? morze nienawi?ci w ich umys?ach
Jak Ba?tyk brzegi swe Ty otuli?e? ?wi?te gaje...
Stare d?by pochyli?y grzbiety swe w pok?onach
Piorunowy ?wi?ty ogie? ko?czy taniec....
Pl?sy milkn? strzygi chyl? ?by ku niebu
Czekaj?ce nagie wilki
S?odycz Tw? i ciep?o czuj? coraz bli?ej
Ty ?onem matki mej i si??
Ziemi? polem lasem ??k? gajem...
Esencj? ?ycia magi? któr? ?yj?
Ciemno?ci? zw? Ci? ci dla których? wrogiem
Zb??kan? owc? w??em ?mierci? w trwodze
Ramiona m??nych wojów pn? Twój pos?g w zwy?
Ty? nie herezj? ale prawd? plun?? w krzy?!
Grom niech b?dzie Twym zwiastunem
Brzaskiem imperium w chwale czekanego
Dzwonem w poga?skie serca bitym
O?tarzem prawdy dum? oraz krwi? okrytym
Niech Grom zapowie Twe nadej?cie
Godzin? zemsty boskiej rozpaczy
Nadejd? nowe pot??ne czasy
O sile Twej szumi? pomorskie lasy...
Majestatycznie...
With Spell Of Inferno
How hard to fall asleep when I miss your majesty
How hard to live when I long for your devil's warmth
And livid skies over Wittenberg
And the empty streets and pavements of the town
Everything sinks into dead tears
And craves for charlatantry
Mefisto you're born inside of me again
But will you speak my name in the ancient tongues
Among thousand flames of profligacy
Naked bodies flowwing in the stream of wild dreams
I strip myself of my sacred virtues
The picture of male domination (and the treat in blood)
And blood and pride old and clotted already
But I can still see its drops on my hot face
And pain and candles everywhere and incense
And your dream which I wish to wake up in every day...
Everything so ephemeral and equally unreal
And this blood and candles burnt away; and they burn till today
Mephistopheles thousand times I saw in sleep
The essence of eternal life, but have I found it?
If I am who I am, then I shall bombard the human race
With spell of hell!
I shall go deeper down than Dante did
And tame the snakes of mine
Phallic symbols the seed of truth
And belief in eternal life...