THE PROPHECY

Mark my words - for I speak the truth and foresee
I've seen the winged shadow
The harbinger of the upcoming storm
And warriors which gathered
And inflamed their pagan hearts
I've read the dark signs and foretell you
The final battle under the hammer
Of the banished gods...

THE RISING OF OUR TRIBE

I sent black birds to the sky
I set a sign for my hate
To darken the day
To beat back the light

Winds storm above this wasteland
A first flickering of rage
Dark clouds keep me sheltered
Don't move before moonrise
Don't move before moonrise

We gather in the name of our pagan ancestors
The teutonic spirit burns in our hearts
What once was ours will be taken back
Rising our tribe like the upcoming winter-age
Upcoming winter-age

Like in the ancient days
We honour the cryptic place
Where we receive our visions
Was christian blood sacrificed