Songtext von Raiders

Pray - the gods cannot hear you! They pity you not - so frayed and weak My fleshbiter sings Through the hearts of these Worthless sheep, who blindly bow Before a jew or golden cow The convent cunts quiver from Our skaldic nocturne Hail the ancients! Northern pantheon A suit of mail and immortal iron glory Figures of the sun Crushed into dust Stain the ascetic halls With holy menstrual blood Raid! Apocalyptic tales tell of our arrival Fortify your faith, for it shall be tested The eight legged steeds thunder forth Born among gods we trample ye worms!