Текст песни The Conspiracy Of The Pagan Cult

Strenghtened bravemen hearts Ride with the pale moon Reach for the source of wisdom In the glare of the guiding star Visions of a pure land As fires haunt The chains are unbound The visions shall be true A throne is risen For the bravehearted northmen Sprung out of the source of wisdom With pure pagan blood Ages of the elders return Fallen upon the traitor's hand The curs shall be slain Stain by the Hammer of pride