Our ancient forests are filled with the words
And whispers of grass and stones.
Smoke from the fires spreads right to the North.
Foe on that place and he comes.
The ghosts of war are beating drums.
They forge the swords from the light.
For the Lords, we’ll make sacrifice.
We feed the Gods with the blood.
Byzantine churches submit our lands
By their presents and feasts.
We’re killing our kids with our hands.
The enemies are so fierce.
Moon Signs predict foreign force.
The arrows sing ‘bout the same.
You are now faced with a cruel choice.
Baptism by water or flame.
Baptism by the flame.
Baptism by the flame.
Baptism by the flame.
Baptism by the flame.
We had to fight, driven mad with a wrath.
Had faith in immortal soul.
Dead man will be a guard in heaven yard,
But won’t be a handful of soil.
The idols will go with the stream.
None will worship on the pyre.
We don’t have to live in the realm
That’s been baptized by fire.
Baptizing by fire.
Baptizing by fire.
Baptizing by fire.
Baptizing by fire.
Baptizing by fire.
Baptizing by fire.
Baptizing by fire.
Baptizing by fire.
Ancient forests kept quiet in the realm
That’s been baptized by fire.