I see the banner etched with the Christian cross Its shadow leaves dead bodies traditions that we've lost Within our homeland we watch with bitter tears As these men with dark hearts rape our souls with fear
Chorus: Inside, no pride, no remorse for the people they fight No rest for the wicked Empty, with no feeling, devoid, barely breathing Hatred closed their eyes To our nature and the spirits we believe To the old ways of the land and the sea We fight! We die! For respect, for our honor For the earth and the oaths of our fathers We fight! We die!
They came to storm our lands and change our evil ways Conversion under threat of fire, or to be enslaved In their minds no understanding, no pity in their souls unless You become their mindless puppet your fate will be foretold Call me a spawn of Satan, call me a worthless soul I'll still forsake your evil ways and follow the path I know
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I call on the winds, I call on the storms I call on the beasts and all those forelorn Summon the earth to guide our hands summon our fathers who walked these lands
We walk into the forest away from these evil men Where hatred and religion comes to a final end Forsaking all the guidelines of society Rebelling against the bastard spirit of mankind's creedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
