Horns of the hellenic tribes call
dragons of icy waters are set to sail
across the seas through fog and mist
blowing through these lands with an iron fist

Rise of the Pagan Lands
we stride together
Rise of the Pagan Lands
christians fall to their knees in fear!

We are wolves of pagan tribes
they are men with thin skin hides

Odhinn, send a wind of victory
fury of the eye with no prevail
Zeus, hurl the bolts from thunderous clouds
wrath of lightning with piercing sounds

Rise now brothers!
Rise now to meet our fathers!
Way up high in Odhinn's hands
Rise of the Pagan lands!

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