Wolfchant Heathen Rise Lyrics

In the misty darkness of my dreams
I wander through the fields
The fields of blood and agony
Where so many had to yield

Through all the ages
Through all the struggle for life
Against bondage, oppression
For freedom and hope
With the hopeless ideal to
Survive

This is a tribute
To all the heathens who died
Tortured, enslaves and burnt
To death
By the servants of religious lies

Religious lies

I hear their mouning in my head
The pain and misery
Betrayed and slaughtered
They were damned
To this place without relief
And all the slain theu took at me
Eith widley opened eyes
Their faces are distorted masks
Congealed in silent cries

Do not believe
Do not obey to their priests
Who want to control you
And spit on your roots
To justify their bloody deeds

This is a tribute
To all the heathens who died
Tortured, enslaves and burnt
To death
By the servants of religious lies May their spirit rise again
To enlighten me
And to bring back the lores
Got lost in dark centuries
May their ghosts rise again
Just to frighten those
Who dare to convert innocence
By force

And their spirit
Spirit shall rise again
Haunt them - to take revenge

Cleanse the world
And then rebuilt
The mighty heathen throne
Cleanse the world
And then rebuilt

May their spirit rise again
To enlighten me
And to bring back the lores
Got lost in dark centuries
May their ghosts rise again
Just to frighten those
Who dare to convert innocence
By force

Do not believe
Do not obey to their priests
Who want to control you
And spit on your roots
To justify their bloody deeds

This is a tribute
To all the heathens who died
Tortured, enslaves and burnt
To death
By the servants of religious lies

May their spirit rise again
And to bring back the lores

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