كلمات First Cross

The afflicted spirit of folk Is weeping the tears like dew Stare in its mournful eyes Where distant fires reflect Onset of wind blowing hard The Sky is filled with gloom On the dew sprinkled fields Dismal clouds are gathered now Clatter of horses' hooves Resounds over the hills Riders marked by black cross Ride to bring in their creed Steel armoured prophets The warriors of false god They come with lies and deceit They capture with fire and sword Pagans' blood is feeding Their ancestors hallowed ground Twilight descends across the woods The ancient gods are eternaly lost Sun sets like immersed in blood To never rise again as before