Pagan Path

Your path through this woods will lead you to your grave Spare my soul, we take your sins and bring you guidance We known our way, the path of our fathers Sons of god, proclaim your gracious salvation Through the cold days of ice, while the storm wind whips The only thing that warms, is the fire made by us. No god will fir you up, when you shatter on a rock But the herb behind the stone that cut scars in your bones. Take your cross and spill your blood to step closer to him. If we meet again as you say, we may see who has sinned. Fall astray into an empty space No Savior and no divine redemption Desperate cry, fade away in the distance Leave all behind, your signs of immortality The wind roams the trees, while flames light up the hill Silence prevail and soon the pagan path appear