By our fire, eternal pagan flame
The fury of our will, of iron and vengeance
Our blood eternal grandeur
Black light, black blood
From the will of might
Wanderers from distant lands
Called through darkness
By mystic flames of black evil
Whistling winds of winter mystics
Mystic blood in our veins
Moon call for our spirits
Sun call to our soul
Our souls eternal fire
Frost falls on distant forests
As the march onward into the fire
Into our fate of black evil
Pitch darkness in our heart
Pagan blood in our veins
The call of ravens on our path
Our path of fire
Frosty peaks of winter
Our visions of pure darkness
Our visions of a midnight hour