Atanatos Realm Under The Rising Moon
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.
