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Across The Pagan VastlandsThe raven banner held high and battle horn soundsBehind steel sword we honour Gods of old and might Strength of forefathers burning pride in blackened hearts Today we march in unity – brothers of heathen will! Crushing the lies of false promises we stand strong Ablaze are the crosses that once stood high Desecration of there once holy temples lie in ruins Our pagan heart will reclaim our lands Of different tongue rites are heard and of different soil we tread Honour through will strikes out, rising with new dawn! In unity with our folkish soul, pride not to be dismissed Fire burns in blackened hearts, whispers of ancient tales told Standing together, sacred bond, in blood our honour is strong Native land, hallowed forests, ours in ancient ties This nature faith stronger than any wasteful scripture Pagan tribes arising, it springs directly from our folk soul! Across these pagan vastlands… Rites of old are heard Across these pagan vastlands… We all stand united Across these pagan vastlands… blood, honour, and soil are one Across these pagan vastlands… Black Sun will rise! We are rising, Mjollnir held strong! Kolovrat rising! We will strike! We stand firm, with Fylfot high! Pride, purity, Swastika might! We bow down before none and we fear nothing Terror strikes those of weakness and those that do not see We are the wolves that will right the wrong White warriors of our faith hold battle shields high We are the future, hear our Aryan battle cry! |