A blood red sun will rise before us We won’t let our lands be crossed No church, book or sword will break us What’s ours we will not give up
The tales told in a golden age A time of heathen ways Now our lands cloaked in fear Hunted down, the age of tears
Rivers of life have turned to grey All what once was has gone away The mountains we’ve climbed, the seas we’ve sailed This time of ending has fueled our hate
Some pray to the gods in hope That they will clean our lands Though with pagan strength and hearts of steel That is the path for us to go
We ride through the vast forest Following the footsteps of our hope Hope of a time we have heard and read Though never was it ours to live
We will ride towards the mountains This day we take what was not theirs to claim And we will restore the altars of our gods So our pagan hearts can be rebornTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
