Realm Under The Rising Moon

Atanatos

What do you feel in the blackness of night.

The coat of darkness covers your damned soul.

Fire - ready to fight.

Burning fields - moonlight.

Torchures - sparkling swords.

Black eyes - set the fire.

Smell in the air, ancient rites.

For the old gods, sacrifice your life.

Bloody ground, screaming bodies.

Under the sign of the sword.

Possessed - kill the christian rabble.

Fog will go down.

Riding to the gate of pagan kingdom.

With the strength of the dragon, noble people - pride warriors.

The realm where the moon rises.

Thy lord will lead you