Lyrics
Our time is here, a bestial bloodwar
We kneel and worship our master, we chop the to pieces of, chase and drown their victims in blood
We chop the to pieces, in a cold winternight
The christians burn in fire, the christians burn in fire Fall, to the eternal night
The christians burn in fire, chase and drown their victims in blood
Blood streams in a dream, we chase the christians
The christians certain death, to the eternal night
The christians certain death, our time is here Fall, as the mighty wolf of the deep forest
We chop the to pieces, about the certain fall of christians
We chase the christians, we chase the christians
About the certain fall of christians, to the eternal night
Blood streams in a dream, to the eternal night, in a cold winternight
In the night can we hear, the raven sing it s song
The christians certain death, below the fullmoon shining
The christians burn in fire, and pay the homage
Blood streams in a dream, chase and drown their victims in blood
To the eternal night, we let the blood flow to the ground
To the eternal night, the raven sing it s song
In the night can we hear, with swords tempered in blood, we chop the to pieces
We chop the to pieces, below the fullmoon shining Ragnarok, we kneel and worship our master
we let the blood flow to the ground
A bestial bloodwar, the christians certain death
blood streams in a dream
About the certain fall of christians, to the eternal night
And pay the homage, the christians burn in fire
the dark horde have conquered
The raven sing it s song, chase and drown their victims in blood
a dream of the christs defeat
the christians certain death
We let the blood flow to the ground, blood streams in a dream, we kneel and worship our master
Chase and drown their victims in blood, with swords tempered in blood
We chase the christians, below the fullmoon shining, we chop the to pieces
A bestial bloodwar, in a cold winternight
Our time is here, our time is here
The raven sing it s song, a bestial bloodwar
About the certain fall of christians, we kneel and worship our master The, with swords tempered in blood
in the night can we hear
We chop the to pieces, the raven sing it s song
With swords tempered in blood, the christians burn in fire Fall, in a cold winternight
The christians burn in fire, in the night can we hear
The dark horde have conquered, about the certain fall of christians, we chop the to pieces
With swords tempered in blood, chase and drown their victims in blood
We chop the to pieces, about the certain fall of christians Christianity, a dream of the christs defeat