Moments of purity, the feel of divine
As wind floats free
Goodness of darkness, light of fire

Mind stands still, loving through hate
Inside is the truth, life as it seems
But still we are as we've always been

From the heart, from the soul
Not polluted with the thoughts of greed
Pagan pride

The weak shall not rise
Last rites, dark and wise
Pagan pride

We as masters of North
Last and proud
We as masters of all

Silence is the music, inspiration
Before the storm so divine
Return of the ancient, second dawn

This moment, gone and yet to come
The filthy path of not understanding
To those under the lies

Suffering for the sake of the others
Our circle, is the truth is the mind


Chain me, lust and blood
With pagan pride
Let me, proud and loud

Be your god
Chain me, lust and blood
With pagan pride

Feel me, bleed me, sign me
We are the gods