matched On the surface simplicity (Swirling black lilies totally ripe) But the darkest pit in me Is pagan poetry (Swirling black lilies totally ripe) Pagan
Frail as a thicket of thorns With a collar of gold for thy throat A crimson bow for thy horns O lilywhite goat You made ma Paganal dreams erroneous
Slaying souls, danse macabre From within and still unscarred I stand alone and solemn as thy distant lights frey to death And all around fore none as
We storm ahead with swords and shields For victory we ride We fight the world on these battlefields To re-erect the pagan pride We draw the blood of
upon the east wind Notus, we call upon the south wind Zephyrus, we call upon the west wind Boreas, we call the north wind Spirit mother hear thy pagan
Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! Pagan! It's a hit, hit can ya take a hit? On
so distant Less numbered as they were Their lives so primitive and pagan Superstitions were a part of the life So unprotected in the dark nights Pagan
flames reflects in my eyes the wildness and hate are born I draw the magic signs in the air the pride, act of holy bastards burnt here's no more place
Originally performed by Mayhem Demonic laughter your cremation Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood A sudden crack as I crushed your skull
NARRATION: observe the message from the darkside of the moon spectral warrior all in icy steel as I proudly touch my cold weapon the pagan steel sighs
again To reign supreme Believe my words From unrememberence From Fire and Water From the sacred woods Ancient powers gather From the burnt Arcona ...From the Pagan
dark They will come again To reign supreme Believe my woods From unrememberance From Fire and Water Ancient powers gather From the burnt Arcona ...From the Pagan
mystic voices lead me to suicide I will unite my flesh with him tonight blasphemous son in my veins into the magic circle lord of dark winds obscure
me receive my every fall, my every pain and misfortune and wrath will born inside you stronger than sounds of bells primeval instincts will wake pagan
, fathers of ice proclaimed the new century, marked the paths which I follow now, enter the forest like you open your veins in the night of the pagan
enslaved in a cloud above the vast sea I've finished my journey through the 7 incarnations the blaze of my glory die out for this world as the blaze of
The sun descended to the ground Behind the mountains, in the sea A one-eyed man wanders sullen to the highest hill There he will survey over those surviving
ma profession de foi C'est ma supplique terrienne J'y mets tout ce que j'espere Et tout ce que je crois That's my pagan prayer My creed my profession