كلمات Pagan Wind

Into the history From the depth of pagan vastland We howl to the moon Pagan nations become united To reign supreme In the forest of the eternal dreaming The source of deepest darkness & black magic They came from the cold north Carried on the wings of dark Wind blows through the pagan land The oaks sing funeral songs of frost People have forgotten this land Forgotten temple We summon all the pagan spirits So silent in the sky The skies turn to black