No more reign of crosses
 with hanging corpses of god's son
 Enough damned bells
 of false [bad word] s temples
 I raise the ancient gods
 I summon the honest spirits
 I revive the ancient magic
 I draw the might from the moonshine
 I keep the holy fire

 All for the everlasting revange
 All for the honest masters
 Lords of the black forest [bad word] of Night and Darkness
 Gods of the ancient (aryan) Europe

 Pagan winds of distant North
 The might of unholy Norvay's forest
 is in you
 Cold gloom and power
 [bad word] Evil and good
 Give us what are we waiting for the
 millenium
 And soon the Cromleches
 will be full of christian blood!

 We will kill in the moonshine
 We will [bad word] the killers,
 shadows of each christian
 Their temples will be covered by blood
 We will destroy their altars
 We will turs into ashes their graves

 For burned witches
 For lost beliefe and might
 For Pagan and Heretic's blood
 For trees and forest of killed [bad word]  For our lost gods...