In the dismal present my mind does wander To my fathers' gods, the great gods of yore Surviving centuries of monotheist oppression In my blood they are stronger than before Gods of my kin, of thunder, wind and rain They will return through fire, blood and steel All the traitors will endure gruesome fates The power of the hammer our foes will feel Gods of my fathers, gods of the past Pray return when the runes are cast Gods of my fathers, gods of my line Once again your splendour will shine In the dreary present my heart does long For my fathers' gods, lofty gods of the past Enduring the bleak age of monotheist tyranny In my soul my gods forever will last Gods of my blood, of hammer, runes and might Again their holy names will be called out loud With our true gods a new world we will shape Man shall rise and with his gods stand proud Houses of the treacherous one god shall crumble His mindless servants shall endure horrible pain Those still loyal to the old ways shall come forth After centuries of desolation they now shall reign On the ashes of the one's houses temples rise When our glorious gods have come back to stay The old ones' images are again cast in stone Never again mankind to the one god shall pray Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com