Pagan Victory (Endsieg)

Rearmament for the ultimate warWithout mercy without compassionWhen we meet againEye to eye at the great pagan battle...We the nocturnal onesNot bound by their lawsFor we are enemies of godThe god of the deceiver NazareneWe who live in the northAre the pagan peopleWe are tribes of the woodsWith our own myths of paganismIn the past we were cursedOppressed by the ChurchOf the so-called true godHis cross of weakness is our disgraceBut we are strongOur hearts are filled with hateWe feel the needTheir holiness to desecrateWe will strike backTear their religion apartAnd stab the pagan daggerDeep in their heartWe will rebuild our kingdomFor eternityWhich former wasOur souls will be freeAgainThis will be the pagan victoryCalledEndsieg