Open wide the gates
Oh, we have been waiting
For a long time...unleashed
Through the pillars of Navia
Ride towards our conquest
For our heathendome, Slavia!
Forlon, on the whirlwinds
So devastating and shapeless
Neglected within boundaries
Of an Ancestral mist...timeless!
Oh, bow down for us
We are the things to come
Oh, whorship us
For we are the horned ones
Slava to our horns in blood
Pagan ritual will never part
Slava to our horns in blood
Ever-burning flames of my heart
Christian scapegoats
Weak at souless heart
Embrace the demise
That your own god brought
Forgotten, you shall be
In an ashes of a deca
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