No one would mistake the Northlander for an angel Life is cruel, the harsh lands which reserve old secrets Like the North, the Pagan gods are remorseless In the way, that christians declare Satan is evil
Bribe the soil with rituals and blood Hail the hearts of ancient gods
The Circle of Pain That marks life on this earth The Circle of glory Has begun to spin faster and faster
The war as a remembrance of those Who marked the paths, upon which we now walk The union of this is not attended with any danger But with force of desire and passion, timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
