Nothing will resolve
These restless consciousness
Screaming into the infinite
Lose yourself in your salvation
Drowning in this devastation
And hear their cries
Kingdoms turn to Wicked
All of us will burn
The Realm will be conquered
The humanity may tear
The blood of the Pagans runs deep
Through our veins
Power and glory, will reign
The darkness, will be stained
Ancient gods call our name
In the fire, rise to fame
With the strength forefathers
We'll conquer all others
Royal blood ancestor
A gift and a curse
In the shadows,
Sink so deep
We rewrite our history
March on fearless and bold
Until our story is told
When the wicked take their stand
We'll wield our swords, a mighty hand
For the realm that we will claim
Our enemies will know our name
These ancient gods
They call to me
Royal blood ancestor,
A gift and a curse
March on, fearless and bold
Until our story is told
We are the bastard sons
Jumping to the flames
The marked ones
Bearing of your names
Decimated
I'll throw myself to it's will
Wasted away
Til there's nothing left for us to kill
That side has rotted
Nothing left to the decay
Ruins to ashes
We dance to the light of horns
Cursed by blood
The bastard son is reborn
So let the fires burn bright
As we rise, our power in sight
The Kingdom of the Pagans will rise
And all will tremble at our cries.
So let the fires burn bright
As we rise, our power in sight
The Kingdom of the Pagans will rise
And all will tremble at our cries.