We have broken the time of the old wisdom Unscathed is no more the entrance of the kingdom We ride to bring the legacy of heathens Pagan might will rise as the golden arrow flies
Winds of North are blowing so strong The gates are still flaming We hold the chronicle of our forefathers We praise every world which is written
Come with me my brothers There is something you should know When the blood will stream on the ennemies We'll grow the resistance till the last corpse
So the falling of ennemies finally begins Our armies hold the powers And gods of heathens are by our side
Let the rain moisten the ground And bury the blood to the sand Damp our heroes for the brave war And the burned gates of ennemies
Well you did my brothers There is something we should honour Now we hold the kingdom of heathens And the pagan forces will grow
We ride to bring the legacy of heathens Pagan mist will rise as the golden arrow fliesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
