Graveland
for pagan and heretic s blood
They came from the south
In the sunshine
Covered by black hoods
With the crosses in their hands
False sons of false god
They arose their black temples
Burned forest and woods
Placed the black crosses
And predered to worship dead
Laying claim to rule sons
Of laying claim to rule god
They drank his blood
They ate his flesh
Scolfed at the right of nature
And raped the eternal right
Sure of themselves sons
Of the sure himself god
Possessed with crosses in hands
Possessed with flabeau over the pyres
How much blood they have spilled
How much souls they have tormented
They burned the witches
Murdered the Pagans
Banished the honest spirits
Choped the holy trees
Condemned to madness sons
By their god usurper.
- :
- 1050 Years Of Pagan Cult
- Sharpening The Thousand Swords
- Ogien przebudzenia
- Thunderbolts of the Gods
- Carpathian Wolves
- The Celtic Winter
- Memory and Destiny
- In the Glare of Burning Churches
- Immortal Pride
- Raise Your Sword!
- Following the Voice of Blood
- Creed of Iron
- Dawn of Iron Blades
- Epilogue / In the Glare of Burning Churches
- Will Stronger Than Death
- Rehearsal
- Morbid Tunes of the Black Angels, Part II
- Spears of Heaven
- The Fire of Awakening
- In the Glare of Burning Churches / The Celtic Winter