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Vocals by HERSZT:

My broken sword lies in grass, wet and rusted

My pagan soul flies to new better world

My dying God of all brave is insulted

Bastards who killed him are creeping in gold

My skies are open and that is my hope new

My spirit will come back and help my friends

My ancestors, give me thunder of holy cloud

Weapon is ready, just ready to take

Vocals by REMO:

Never give up, remember old prediction

Of Pagans victory, and

Never forgat the sign of shining sun

On your flag

Never again your axe will fall beyond

Your enemies

Never give up-feel power from the sky

Vocals by HERSZT:

All the time I remember what's my fate

All the time I know that it's not too late...

My skies are open...

Vocals by REMO:

Never give up...