Nine ages ago, Mighty duke ruled this land He worshiped old Gods As my brothers and i! But hostile men from west, The Bear’s and Lion’s spawn, Tried to crush us into dust, With the power of blizzard or storm. Thousand enemy ships, Christian troops, countless army! Filthy scum, dirty thieves, Marching with insane screams! Savages tall of lies, Each of them sickly cries Against our old Gods Thirsting innocent blood Like a slide from hills, The silent tell down. Paralyzed by great fear As they crushed on our walls!
Stand up this one, last time! Cover face with a shield, and gather your axe! Till our last days, till last moments of our time! We will fight for our faith, for the history of our blood!
But king Niklot wasn’t alone! His brothers didn’t leave him, With a wise plan he attacked Where the Danes not expected! Fathers traitors marched towards our home, Last stand of our ancient Gods! Dedicatedly offenders tought, Fear crossed their hearts with sounds of horns! Despite the great battle All what’s left, was to mour. Uneasyness buried in ashes Dying heart of the ancient God!
Stand up this one, last time! Cover face with a shield, and gather your axe! Till our last days, till last moments of our time! We will fight for our faith, for the history of our blood!
We will fight We will stand hard as wall Though the noose wraps And the failure seems close For this land! This struggle! Sacrifice!
Despite the great fight, And great sacrifice. Though we stand still as one Our existence is gone! We won’t forget dedication We hail you and great! For the Niklot hail! Bless my grandchildren, And hope they’ll wake up! For the Niklot hail! Pour the meed into horns, With the will to rebirth For the old faith to last! There won’t be no rejection No swords or words to cross No dog will spit into Dying heart of the ancient God.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
