B / Bornholm / Flaming Pride and Inexorable Defiance
Black become the suns beam in the days That will come It is harsh in the world Whoredom rife
When my ancestors calling To fight and die I will paint with grimson gore The caves of lies
With courage of the forefarthers Flaming pride Towards the golden halls of might Be my guide
I greet the gods of heathen soul The sons of day I greet the night and her daugthers Pagan's my pray
And when my soul flies higher And I lay Let thunder roar and lightning strikes On that day Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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