Smiling like Varg by the churches
I'm the prey for die-hard vultures.
Son of man ain't scared of tortures.
I have freedom, they can't touch this.
Pagan soul's as strong as hammer.
I'm here to baptize with drama.
My ancestors can be proud of
Me and my brave ancient banner.
Sun is my eternal witness
I return the former greatness
Of the Gods and ancient wizards
Whose great spirit every priest hates.
And after the battle we've in,
Our land will be cleansed of liery.
And Gods will do the things they did
In whose deeds we ain't extra in.