In the cold ice shadows of the forest
In the black lakes that cross the stones
In the fire that burn the turchs
Live
pagan gods of a kingdom without religion
This that blow on the silence of the night
Taken my spirit to horizonts and ancient
ages
At the gates of pagan kingdom
In the black triumph castler and bloody battles
On this honor past the flame burns
still
Fortify our spirit for the war.
In the perverse kingdom yet
From an obscure kingdom overthere forest
The new pagan
age will rise for a hate kingdom
Impure factions will spread like the cruel epidemy
This is the empire that will survive
On the
Cornes of the world
Creating the Pagan Kingdom.