In the dark forest, beyond the lying mankind

where glittern streams run over moss covered stones

in forgotten gaves where powerful secrets rest

thats where the lord of the heathens is waiting for the day

of retaliation



Lors of the heathens from the dark forest



When fog covers the land, when the nights are moonless and cold

he`ll stan in the middle of the grave - hills and he`ll swing his old sword

the holy sword of the heathens, which sound will sing him crazy

in such nights the animals will hide, the dishounourable will forsee their death



The trees then sing him odd and sascination melodies

there are ancient entreaties, runic and elf magic

his enes glow in the blue fire, with the promise to kill the fools

the wind carries his oath out of the forests - you can also hear him!