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Iron was stronger, sun was ablaze

Jewels of power, beauty of nature

Timeworn ways to infinite worlds

Hordes of the master observed the moon

Fading to mist upon thunderous dawn

On the field of skulls were last of the warriors

Ashes and smoke circled the unholy

Dreaming was over as the battle began

For a thousand years and a thousand lies

Heathens besieged by armies of the light

Lords of valour, of sorceries so regal

Died in the snow, beneath rustling pines

Silvery winds enshrouded the graves

Bones of the north covered by rivers of blood

Their power would slumber in dreams dark but true

Their memories woven in Thulean fire

For the throne to rise, for the goldhaired kings

As centuries passed, under Christian rule

For a thousand nights, the eyes in the lake

In silence and shadow, hiding dark secrets

Even darker the minds, behind those eyes

The eyes in the forest, pagan darkness incarnate

Memories so proud of life never seen

When birds of the autumn have all flown away

The time will come to commit first murder

To burn strange herbs of moonfire and lust

To pass beyond the portal of dusk

To build an empire worth dying for

Where Christians shall be nailed to the trees

Assembled to rot with the recrucified son

In a debauched orgy of flesh and destruction

Vomiting nails and blood, holy ones tortured

Entrails and bones will splatter the ground

When the house of god is a scorching pyre

When mighty axeblows shall smash the cross

When the birds shall scream for the final murder...