Burning The Gates (Falchion)

8. Burning The Gates We have broken the time of the old wisdom Unscathed is no more the entrance of the kingdom We ride to bring the legacy of heathens Pagan might will rise as the golden arrow flies Winds of North are blowing so strong The gates are still flaming We hold the chronicle of our forefathers We praise every world which is written Come with me my brothers There is something you should know When the blood will stream on the ennemies We'll grow the resistance till the last corpse So the falling of ennemies finally begins Our armies hold the powers And gods of heathens are by our side Let the rain moisten the ground And bury the blood to the sand Damp our heroes for the brave war And the burned gates of ennemies Well you did my brothers There is something we should honour Now we hold the kingdom of heathens And the pagan forces will grow We ride to bring the legacy of heathens Pagan mist will rise as the golden arrow flies