When the Christians When the fucking Christians Coming filth my land We are fighting In the dusk we hunting We are rising under pagan moon our swords I see blood I see war With the Pan we cut their throat I see fear I see flesh When Apollon hold their heads They are afraid They are cold When the Aris marching on In the woods In the fields We protect our pagan land Zeus destroy them with a storm Hephaestus is make our sword This is our great pagan land We denied the jewish lamp We will fight for mother land We denied the jewish lamp Standing up through ashes We are walking This is time for our attack We will fight jehovahўs prayers King Zeus Steel and fire dust and raining falling Rising swords in Paganland Under sky we wear our glory armor King zeus