A snowed in forest path with lament I dream of long forgotten times an image comes to my mind of a young man riding through the frozen woods
In his eyes rage and bitter tears his village was burnt to the ground he storms forth, crying out his pain he is driven by his mothers last words:
Raise your sword, my warrior and revenge us fight the men that came to rape our souls never let our gods die.
His loved ones were no more the false men with cross slaughtered them all They tried to enforce strange rules which were only meant to turn men to fools
His people saw through the lies they stood proud until the end of their time by the false men they were shamed young man for your honour you will have to die.
Raise your sword, my warrior and revenge us fight the men that came to rape our soil never let nature die
My vision ends here and I return to the modern world Suddenly I see a young man walking sad blue eyes in a bitter face and there's a young man in the east and another in the west and another raising from the south they all move on driven by the call:
Raise yourself, warrior and revenge us fight the men with cross that raped our souls never let our gods die
Raise yourself, warrior and revenge us fight the men with cross that raped our soil never let nature die