Witchcraft - The Great Spirits Of Pagans - Sözleri

When the fire rules in the endless night and the fullmoon lights the iced hills of north

Then the revenge of ancient gods strikes down on the oriental lands

Burn, burn oh son of God feel the power of the flames












When they are licking your body pray for forgiveness

The great spirit of pagans hold a celebration on you sacred hills

GOD!

I burn down all your sacred places

I dust the heaven with blood

Your lamb's meat will be my throne on the profan black orgy

The sacred land is burning, everything will be gone the images ofold ages will shine on again.




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