Vertimas: Katilą Gimė. ... Ir Romos Shall Fall.
The wind is moaning through the trees and the sorceress on her knees Sacrifice in the grove tonight The legions are on their way and the Romans they
the plasma A heart filled with courage torn out beating still, and placed in the Cauldron To bring forth the Hell Storm Out of the Cauldron arose from
Triumph for the sons of the heather Defeat for the legions of Rome Two Kings of the night they stood togeather The clans would defend their home The
Crystal shards have been found in some ruins in Babylon It was plain to see a primitive civilization held the key to advanced communication Mothership
Riding in righteous rage, laying waste the land Killing women, children, beast and man Raping the young, torturing the old Forging your way to streets
The Norms weave grief and defeat For Odin's sons, invaders from the sea The standards are flying of high King brian None can stand before the hosts of
Outlaw, Exile of Atlantis My tribesmen turned on me They said, I could slay in war but not in mercy They tied a girl to a stake to be burned alive My
King of the Race without a name galloping hard across the moor Past great menhirs to hells door Seeking the witch down Dagons moor In my mind's eye,
It was back in the time of Victorian splendor When into the nightmare of lust she fell Like the flower in November she could not surrender Across the
I walked into a blackened room all eyes ablaze upon me I felt a frost chill tear up my spine as the child gazed upon me Pulled out into the abyss voices
For victory and glory we follow the legend He who bears the mark of Kane Steel sinews grasp the blood drenched steel Wild flies his red mane Sunrise
A black mirror forged in the ancient way Consecrated to the moon Look into it long enough Look deep inside of you What the moon brings, visions holy
a star it fell from the sky It went down down and it fell into the fire And it makes me cry How long gone and how long will we stay Born of night we
Magic circles etched upon the floor Hours of fasting and prayer Time to open the forbidden door Triangle of manifestation Call on the Legions Here they
Mine is the card of suffering Mine is the card of misery All of this was foretold Before these depictions ever hung in Thoth's gallery I have many names
Born on the battlefield, Heat of the melee during a Vanir raid Before he had lived to see fifteen snows his name by Council fires was praised Intent
Run, hide in the old church you'll be safe These words from a priest who's lost his faith In the face of seeing the dead walk again Outside the rain
