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My land

Where the woods conceal the shadows of the night

Where the winds sow with snow the high mountains

And furious sea breaks against abrupt shelving

As the storm whip the reared sky

Pagan westland arise again, in hate

Gods of war descend to earth

From your eternal kingdom of Fury

March brave sons of the celtic nations

Pagan westland arise again with glory and pride

We fight for our lands. For our traditions

Pagan westland arise again

Over the valleys spund old battle hymns

My land

Where the trees entwine themselves on endless labyrinths

Where the sharp winds caress meadows and hills

And the wolves bark at the moon

On gelid winter night

As the woods dream with fables suspended on time