Bornholm Flaming Pride And Inexorable Defiance Lyrics

Black become the suns beam in the days
That will come
It is harsh in the world
Whoredom rife

When my ancestors calling
To fight and die
I will paint with grimson gore
The caves of lies

With courage of the forefarthers
Flaming pride
Towards the golden halls of might Be my guide

I greet the gods of heathen soul
The sons of day
I greet the night and her daugthers
Pagan's my pray

And when my soul flies higher
And I lay
Let thunder roar and lightning strikes
On that day