Wodensthrone
Those That Crush the Roots of Blood
In an age where pride has witheredThere stands our monument of faith.Preserved by time, not by touch,We remember the times of our golden age.Figures carved in Neolithic stoneHomage to the ones who died in fight.Burial mound of the fallen.Stone of the white horse,Birth of our true land. Those that crush the roots of bloodSeek to remove our old ways.Those that crush the roots of bloodShall burn in flame as elder days.And in this new age of darknessOur entire heritage has been defiled,To create a path for false gods and prophetsDestroying our identity!The times are ahead when man finds lost wisdom,And those without diligence shall pay with their blood!
From Letras Mania