You stand at high cliff Above abandoned ancient land What you see you can't understand Why proud Aryans are kneeled to Christ
This is the tragic end Of you rland
Spirits sing songs of their tragic end Full of sorrow and magic of their land Many corpses lay around Anger fills your heart out
Ancient magic has left this place No more fairies dance in grace Unicorns are killed for their horns No more satyrs sing their songs
You're the warrior of freedom Pagan warrior of Aryan race Enemies afraid like fire His anger and mighty blade
Warrior will fights for vengeance For his fathers and ancient Gods He will free his land from invaders And resurrects ancient pagan Reich
Night has taken this plane of dead No sun shines upon that land Heavy grey clouds fly Sadly rain tears from sky
Proudness of past was forgotten Huge knowledge were destroyed People turned their mind to Christ Who want them to be enslaved
You're the warrior of freedom Pagan warrior of Aryan race Enemies afraid like fire His anger and mighty blade
Warrior will fights for vengeance For his fathers and ancient Gods He will free his land from invaders And resurrects ancient pagan Reich
Souls of brothers must be revenged Until that day they wouldn't sleep still
We will never forget that day When Christ monks come here
Better die in battle now Then slowly fade out So take your mighty swords And kick invaders outTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
