There was a time When men were proud There was an age When these lands were pure divine There was a place Where pagan temples stood There was a pride The one youll never know
The flickering flames Of fathers burn silent In the mystic woods Of old
Howl of the nightwolf Echoes through the mountains In the shadow of the oaken pride Our pagan might Still burns strong
Far up in the skies Falcon proudly flies Angry winter winds Carrying its cries Far beneath the clouds Wolven rage is born Angry winter winds Carrying their cries
As the weight of this age is upon me I mourn for the world that will never be again Thousand year old visions haunt me Of green fields I will never see Beneath our ancestral skies of gold
Reclaim our pagan spirit Reclaim our pagan pride Reclaim our pagan spirit Reclaim our pagan pride Reclaim our pagan spirit Reclaim our pagan spirit Reclaim our pagan spirit Reclaim our pagan spiritTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
