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...