Iron and steel, flesh and blood The honor of free men is calling to me Riding the wind of the pagan storm Against the traitorous worms of Abraham The strength of our gods, ancient and unmatched Unlocked by the secrets we must seek to know once again To the glory of the heathen gods and my ancient blood Upon the pagan storm of ancestral might Bound by the tides and a long forgotten voice The earth and sky running through my veins Embraced by the cold and ancient breath Of the frigid northern wind… I feel it in everything In every tree, in every wave In every gust of wind… In the faintness of my beating heart The primal fury of the pagan storm Burns within every heathen heart Never to be buried again by the tides of time The ancient breath of the northern wind Filling my soul with lost secrets of the past Unlocking the answers in my blood While the winter frost grips my flesh… Bound by the tides of time And a voice long forgotten Riding the winds of the heathen storm Wrathful winds pierce flesh and bone Destined to combat the plague of this land And regain the honor and glory of my fallen ancestors Reserving my sharpest blade for the flesh of my enemies Who wish to see my world burn and everyone a slave… Iron and steel, flesh and blood Riding the wind of the pagan storm To the glory of the heathen gods and my ancient blood Upon the storm of cosmic majestyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
