The Pagan Mountain şarkı sözleri

We greet your majesty Against a background of the night sky, The pride of my land. Themark of centuries Pressed upon you makes us bow. The ashes of anrestors scattered By the wind, Echo of priests' wisdom Among your stoned. Azel! Look on the swords Held in your name You know the primordial blood Shed in Samhain, You remember the lusts of Midsummer Eve You know the enemy who came To destroy the holy circles. The gods call for the revenge Azel! Look on the swords Held in your name.