flames reflects in my eyes the wildness and hate are born I draw the magic signs in the air the pride, act of holy bastards burnt here's no more place
Originally performed by Mayhem Demonic laughter your cremation Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood A sudden crack as I crushed your skull
NARRATION: observe the message from the darkside of the moon spectral warrior all in icy steel as I proudly touch my cold weapon the pagan steel sighs
To reign supreme Believe my words From unrememberence From Fire and Water From the sacred woods Ancient powers gather From the burnt Arcona ...From the Pagan Vastlands
They will come again To reign supreme Believe my woods From unrememberance From Fire and Water Ancient powers gather From the burnt Arcona ...From the Pagan Vastlands
mystic voices lead me to suicide I will unite my flesh with him tonight blasphemous son in my veins into the magic circle lord of dark winds obscure
leaded people to eternal slavery his angels falling into night like dead swans to rise never again pagan around the wooden symbols transmitting the power from
of virgin's goodness moonless night showed me their return I saw drakkars between the silence, in the dream when the witches called the spirits from forest from
eternal fear of the blackness I live primeval life under the horned one's rules steeps resounded with the howl of the wolves searching alone for the victim and from
To reign supreme Believe my words... From unremembrance From Fire and Water From the sacred woods Ancient Wolves gather From the burnt Arkona ... From the Pagan Vastlands
Tłumaczenie: Potwór. Od Pagan Vastlands 2000.
Tłumaczenie: Potwór. Od Vastlands Pagan.
[Mayhem cover] Demonic laughter your cremation Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood A sudden crack as I crushed your skull The remind
[NARRATION:] observe the message from the darkside of the moon spectral warrior all in icy steel as I proudly touch my cold weapon the pagan steel sighs
lands of virgin's goodness moonless night showed me their return I saw drakkars between the silence, in the dream when the witches called the spirits from forest from
dark They will come again To reign supreme Believe my woods From unrememberance From Fire and Water Ancient powers gather From the burnt Arcona ...From the Pagan Vastlands
