اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Stormy clouds rise
Over the legions of the past,
Blazing northern fire
Beyond the mountains of
Forgotten times
In the blackening sky
The heralds of a new age fly
Holding the eternal flame
Thousands of shining swords,
Conquerors of hell
See their glorious march,
The ashes, the bleeding wounds
Blood and fire flows away
The olden gods were buried by time,
Oh, I remember the graves...
Under the pale grey sky
Circles of stones...
Pagan hordes ride
Through ancient woods
As long as the wind howls hymns,
As long as the ravens fly
Heathen fires will burn
For the forgotten pagan gods...
