The sun crept upwards in the morning sky As they rode further and further from our lands You will never see the sacred path Don't forget the ones you left behind
The Pagans are coming Christ's servants running The Old Gods are laughing Berserkers are coming The flames keep on climbing Cowards are crumbling
With steel in their hands they seek for distant shores Their lust for glory shall lead them to god's halls Nobody will stand before their might Warriors with no fear in their hearts
The Pagans are coming Christ's servants running The Old Gods are laughing Berserkers are coming The flames keep on climbing Cowards are crumbling
Marching with fury and endless rage Bloody and vicious this war they wage Ashes remain on the aftermath No man escapes the pagan's wrath
Their armour shining in the light of dawn Their blades are sharpened to mark the Christian fall House of god is burned down to the ground Crucifixes scattered all around
The Pagans are coming Christ's servants running The Old Gods are laughing Berserkers are coming The flames keep on climbing Cowards are crumblingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
