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Stormy clouds rise Over the legions of the past, Blazing northern fire Beyond the mountains of Forgotten times In the blackening sky The heralds of a new age fly Holding the eternal flame Thousands of shining swords, Conquerors of hell See their glorious march, The ashes, the bleeding wounds Blood and fire flows away The olden gods were buried by time, Oh, I remember the graves... Under the pale grey sky Circles of stones... Pagan hordes ride Through ancient woods As long as the wind howls hymns, As long as the ravens fly Heathen fires will burn For the forgotten pagan gods... From Letras Mania