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Stormy clouds rise

Over the legions of the past,

Blazing northern fire

Beyond the mountains of

Forgotten times

In the blackening sky

The herolds 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..