Arafel Serpent Land
When darkness comes and the Night begins The enemies prepare to hunt and sin For Ancient Glory of Pagan Past Our spirit of war will arise
Connected by virtue to woods and rivers We spent our lives near darkest shores We keep our arms as symbol of fight No one can conquer our land tonight.
The land of dark woods and waters of pure
We swear to save your richness for sure The enemy will act strong, brutal and fast In strength of soul and sword we trust
When darkness comes and the Night begins The enemies prepare to hunt and sin We keep our arms as symbol of fight No one can conquer our land tonight.
Clatters of horses, gnashing of metal Fury in eyes feed a roaring Battle
