Frankenland

Yet once more let us look upon the North Sea

Behold the lands,where our folk & kin roamed free

Ancient echoes from distant valleys,where once afar

Elder cults practised in sacred woods,Pagan fires under many a Star

Ethics of Valour,codes of Ancient Pride

Now long gone,the Archaic Gods in hide

Fled seem to have the olden Souls too

But if one listens carefully,they might reach through

For if one has an olden spirit,a centuries old heart

Forgotten Chants might echo,hear the ancient bard

Scaldic poetry of runes,of victory and defeat

Vague sounds of song,an ancient heartbeat

AVONDLAND,IN HET HART GEBRAND

OUD GERMANENLAND

Alas the Ancients faded,centuries shred a cloud

Over what once was,the songs no longer loud

AVONDLAND,IN HET HART GEBRAND

ZIEL VERBRAND,OUD GERMANENLAND

Life no fairy tale,survival of the fittest,true

Blood,sweat and tears,battles to pull through

Ethics of Valour,codes of Ancient Pride

Now long gone,the Archaic Gods in hide

Fled seem to have the olden Souls too

But if one listens carefully,they might reach through

Life no fairy tale,survival of the fittest,true

Blood,sweat and tears,battles to pull through

But if not for our forefathers there would be none of us

Passed on the torch,to the Ancients loyalty thus

AVONDLAND! FRANKENLAND! AVONDLAND! FRANKENLAND!