Decayed Pagan Winds Return
Winter moonlight in snow covered vast woods. Drawing
kingly winds dwelling honoured on my throne. Suddently I
wondered on the highest cliffsedge of my homeland. The
nightfall mist brought me visions from beyond the red
horizon... All stood still, this omen would not last
overnight. My name is whispered, time has come for me to
die... At the sound of Hecate wings, behind the shades of
Set. My eyes closed awaiting fearless she took my hand.
To a white cold landscape once a glorious battlefield.
And swear by my Celtic heart to grant always the victory
of the brave... Sword at my side, ravens and owls
chanting proudly my death. But the moon glows forever,
taste the winds return so dark... Fallen pale moon, the
pride of wolves forgotten. Leviathan tears bath us under
funebre skies. Swing our swords through the triumphal
breeze... My blood for you, divine beautiful Hecate. On
her arms she held me high up towards. To touch the clouds
in my last sleep... King I am, hailing for the eternal
skies. Carrying the wolf within me, brave. My hordes
riding like thunder, our flag shall not fall. Full moon
and the pagan winds return. By fang revenge is ours!
