8. Burning The Gates


We have broken the time of the old wisdom
Unscathed is no more the entrance of the kingdom
We ride to bring the legacy of heathens

Pagan might will rise as the golden arrow flies

Winds of North are blowing so strong

The gates are still flaming
We hold the chronicle of our forefathers
We praise every world which is written


Come with me my brothers
There is something you should know

When the blood will stream on the ennemies
We'll grow the resistance till the last corpse


So the falling of ennemies finally begins
Our armies hold the powers
And gods of heathens are by our side


Let the rain moisten the ground
And bury the blood to the sand

Damp our heroes for the brave war
And the burned gates of ennemies


Well you did my brothers
There is something we should honour
Now we hold the kingdom of heathens

And the pagan forces will grow

We ride to bring the legacy of heathens

Pagan mist will rise as the golden arrow flies