Abyssic Wrath of the Death-Philosophy (Once a Proud & Ancient Civilization)
(Voice of the Elder wizard:)
"Aeons ago... the primordial firmament
silently beheld a mighty vision in awe!"
Our old continent, both witness and creator
of many a proud and brave folk,
was shining with its ethereal and Nordic lights
And, in ritualistic circles, occult riddles
were somberly unveiled...
Bathing in ice-cold rivers by the starlit night
Galloping on the fronts by the shivering light
Brave Europa, with our kin shinning bright
United we stood when need appeared to fight
...and how the ale flowed through centuries of Old!
(Oh, os tempos antigos... Honra, glória e pureza;
a luta pelo nosso estandarte continuará,
com a chama de novo acesa!)
Chorus:
Abyssic Wrath... of the Death Philosophy
Tears blurring our vision, Lethe in our swords
To the Strife!
Our descendants, nobly raised
Swearing since young the oath of faith
Pride for the protection of our Pagan Gods
Utterly despising the Xtian "god"
(On a journey through time & space...)
A myriad centuries later, the need is now stronger
Clearly what we had is ours no longer
Time hast come to avenge their mourning'souls
Take back what's ours, put to the sword the weak ghouls
"Aeons ago... the primordial firmament
silently beheld a mighty vision in awe!"
Our old continent, both witness and creator
of many a proud and brave folk,
was shining with its ethereal and Nordic lights
And, in ritualistic circles, occult riddles
were somberly unveiled...
Bathing in ice-cold rivers by the starlit night
Galloping on the fronts by the shivering light
Brave Europa, with our kin shinning bright
United we stood when need appeared to fight
...and how the ale flowed through centuries of Old!
(Oh, os tempos antigos... Honra, glória e pureza;
a luta pelo nosso estandarte continuará,
com a chama de novo acesa!)
Chorus:
Abyssic Wrath... of the Death Philosophy
Tears blurring our vision, Lethe in our swords
To the Strife!
Our descendants, nobly raised
Swearing since young the oath of faith
Pride for the protection of our Pagan Gods
Utterly despising the Xtian "god"
(On a journey through time & space...)
A myriad centuries later, the need is now stronger
Clearly what we had is ours no longer
Time hast come to avenge their mourning'souls
Take back what's ours, put to the sword the weak ghouls
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