Fire bringers from the sky
A realm of darkened creation
Ruins of the holy we burn
To feed the fire of death.

The pagan hordes will rise
Destroy the opposite church.

Souls of christ ready to die
In a dark funeral feast
By raven's grimming sorrow
We'll rise bloodfilled.

The pagan hordes will rise
Destroy the opposite church.

Source of return
The winter on my soul
My mind was flying high
By symbols of the north
Dancing the entire night
Again i hear your call
Haunting the chosen ones
Awaits a ritual song.

At cloudy dawn we mourn
The ancient reign of damnation
To fill this raped old wasteland
With the flame of unholy creation.

(Drawn) in infernal glory
A black presence I see
Now i conquer the demons
Of my darkest beliefs.

The pagan hordes will rise
Destroy the opposite church.