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In times before the lies of Christ

The world thrived with a pagan spirit

Knowledge flowed within it's streams

Ancient wisdom spoke through the

Wind in the trees

Quiet now is the voice of the land

A dying spirit withers in the soil

Time has come to revive it's might

By the blood rite of our pagan spirits

Time has come

To crush the Christian scum

To overthrow

The monarchy of Christ

And to reclaim it's ancient beauty

By the power of our will

And the might of our strength

Clean again will the streams flow

Through the veins of this pagan Earth

Blood of Christians stain my blade

Burning churches light this night

Onward pagan wolves march forth

To the dawn of a pagan future