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For the blood and souls of our Fathers
An allegiance to our ancient order

A wardance, inheritance of old
Veins will drain in rivers, bloodred

Pride is the strength that will guide
The flash of the blades in a trance
No one can bring down these warriors
Prideful intrepid fighting men

Into the fires of thunder
The souls of our enemies drowned
And under the sign of the morningstar
The flag is forever to rise

For the blood and souls of our Fathers
Allegiance to our ancient order

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Nocturnal Skies rising above the Nordic Land

Darkness, dusk is rising
Darkness grows, covering the world such a shroud
The frozen light of the sun is dying, in moonshades

Goddess of night throne, blinding queen
Eternal moon reign, on a kingdom of dark shapes
The coldest moon is shining on the frozen land

Forsaken in ancient fears in a dark gleam of eclipse
Our mother Earth is diving into obscurity

Nightshades, the dawn will never rise
Nightshades fall upon a sullen and darkened earth
The sun has failed in storming thunder, in a dying shade

Nocturnal creatures from a distant past
Invisible torments, grinding in the lunar clearness
The claws of night prevail in a last embrace

I, Gaia, condemn humanity to endless night
In fear of my night children, the hunters will become the preys
For having betrayed my creation and soiled the sovereign nature

I, mother Earth, knew atrocious sufferings
And now the time to revenge has come
Under the funeral skies, forever

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There′s a land where the ground is pure and natural
There′s a land where the hills are dressed in white
There′s a land where the keeps are edified in ice
There′s a land where the snow erects its throne

Under cold nordic skies, the earth has turned hard as stone
My blood will flow in its core, I hear the call of my fatherland

Above crystalline domes, darkness lays down its crown
Icewinds whirl in a drone, I hear the call of my nightrealm

Among the clouds, upon the highest mountains
Eternal Winter, shadowed domain

There′s a land where...

I feel my kingdom come, a silent reign on the world
I am filled with its might, I am one with my fatherland

Among the clouds, upon the highest mountains
Eternal Winter, shadowed domain
Through the blizzard I creep alone
Final ride to die, fine day to die

At last, my Winter Queen promised me here as a prince I can be
To merge with icy lands and to serve Her for eternity

Through the blizzard I creep alone
Final ride to die

And the snow started covering me
Plunging me into this frozen palace
Observing this fathomless realm of white
Falling into the depths of the Earth

There′s a land where...

I feel my kingdom come, a silent reign on the world
I am filled with its might, I am one with my fatherland

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Ablaze are the spirits among which I rest
In the heart of this darkgreen realm of giant oaks
My long forgotten forest, precious kingdom of timeless grace and secrets

Heart of the woods, a sacred wisdom
Shall dwell eternally in our pagan blood
Come forth Lord of the trees, and possess our souls
We will serve ye forever oh graceful God

Rising through the night, engraved in stones
The sacred wood, these collonades of an ancient pride

Eternal Gods, supreme fathers of a glorious past
I praise their divine crown

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High, this domain up above the soil
On the top of mountains, where Mother Earth pierces the clouds
Between valleys and crests, and across desertic vastness
Through barren plains and fields, onward to the path to a sacred land

Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night
Gods of thunder will strike and bring the flame unleashing his might
Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night
Gods of thunder will strike and light the fire of the ancient clan

Ice, this domain overhangs the land
Upon the tops of forests, majestic woods and without end
Amidst the expanses of meadows and arid landscapes
The winter will prevail and dominate by its shroud of frost

Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night
Gods of thunder will strike and bring the flame unleashing his might
Thus the nordic winds will guide his march to rise in eternal night
Gods of thunder will strike and light the fire of the ancient clan

He is the one who knows it all
A strong man dressed in a robe of ice
A burning soul for an idol blessed
He is the one to rule the land and judge the fools
He is the guardian of the sacred mountain, the Wise

By the power of the ancient words
He owns the magic to strike
Glorious protector of the pagan pride
Bow down before your patriarch tonight

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From the highest summits
Bitten by impetuous winds
To valleys enshrined in snow
The tribe rides elder paths

The Sons of North
Carried by their steed, nostrils fuming in frozen dawn
Galloping from collars to crests
Enfeoffed lords in a mortal world

Carrying the banner of the ravens
Masters of immaculate tops
Living memory of Nordic lands
Last keepers of the Heathen faith

The proud hordes defy the one god, nothing can soil their ancient beliefs
They gall the sky of their hoof, grazing heaven of their swords
Their tribal chants exult such an anthem to the battle

Protecting their fatherland, till′ the snow be redden by blood
Shadows of the ravens plane over the mount and valleys
The gallop of the war horses will rumble loud once again

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Signs will come from above
Red skies drown on shores
Our gods, fires draining dawn

They′ll come from all the province
They′ll ride and yell for the honour of the clan
They′ll rise in funeral thunder
Prepare the heathen night rite

As the wounds will heal in dance shades
Time has come to praise divine signs
Calling the ancients, invoking the brave
Released by their power, the land is ablaze

She came to honour devoted sons
It is the time for them to rise
To reach the place where the ancient souls dwell

Stones beaten by the winds
Will open the gates to the ancestral vault
Flames of wisdom will burn
Bursting out in thunder provoking night frost

Invoking the moonshades, heathen servants will call them
Our souls will rise in fires, burning as flames of candles solemn
Nocturnal chants sound loud and proud
Advancing to the ancient sanctuary
The blood is flowing, another clansman will pass away
Memories to honour, as nocturnal winds will take this Son of Earth
Devoted souls gather among the shadows
Starting the tribal dance

Then they will rise, one by one
Under a moonless sky, they will give praise to their ancient heroes
They will unchain the memories that once were past
Rains have drawn the signs
The tribe is born

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