Huldrafolk (Wyrd)

From the depths of the gray Marching and singing they came A noble ancient folk Relic from the days of olde These hearts burns with hate These eyes cry from shame From anger, from pain Caused by your sickening ways Long forgotten by mortals Yet forever they have lurked Behind the dread portals Beyond the dimensional gates Destroy! Ravage! We'll put an end to your show Kill! Burn! Christians, jews, all must go! On a dark autumn night, Maybe a night just like this? When the moon is hidden by frozen shroud While humans are sleeping safe and sound They march towards your village Ready for burning and for pillage One by one, the churces aflame They'll cleanse the land, burn your world