What do you feel in the blackness of night.
The coat of darkness covers your damned soul.
Fire — ready to fight.
Burning fields — moonlight.
Torchures — sparkling swords.
Black eyes — set the fire.
Smell in the air, ancient rites.
For the old gods, sacrifice your life.
Bloody ground, screaming bodies.
Under the sign of the sword.
Possessed — kill the christian rabble.
Fog will go down.
Riding to the gate of pagan kingdom.
With the strength of the dragon, noble people — pride warriors.
The realm where the moon rises.
Thy lord will lead you.
