Burning The Gates

8. Burning The Gates

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 flies