I sent black birds to the sky I set a sign for my hate To darken the day To beat back the light [repeat]
Winds storm above this wasteland A first flickering of rage Dark clouds keep me sheltered Don't move before moonrise Don't move before moonrise
We gather in the name of our pagan ancestors The teutonic spirit burns in our hearts What once was ours will be taken back Rising our tribe like the upcoming winter-age Upcoming winter-age
Like in the ancient days We honour the cryptic place Where we receive our visions Was christian blood sacrificedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
