- 24th Of September 1155
Awakening At Dawn, To Horns Alarming Call.
Ships From The West Had Been Seen Heading
Towards Us. With The Sign of Cross They Would
Come To Enslave Our Land. In Vein They Spill Blood
Because Blind They Are To See. We Never Will Be
Slain, Our Heritage Will Always Remain.
Over These Hills
- Lamentations Of The Wind
It seemed to him
Like he had wandered for at least a lifetime
When a whistling sound unknown came to him
Like lamentations of the wind
He longed to immerse his sword
To Tuonela’s magical water
Make for himself
- language of woods
Came the long winter`s cold and told it`s tale to me
Flew the moonbirds suggesting spells of the gleaming moon
Blew the wind with it`s mystifying whispers
Swaying firs compiling secret words
For those with a mind to know
Ancient phares within the treetops
The language of the ages old
- Paganheart
Glittering mails to warriors high
Strongest blades to men of steel
Blades upon which we shall rise
[Ref.]
We`re the ones with the paganheart
Proud is our spirit, our will is hard
We`re the ones with the paganheart
- Soulswan
Night arrives again in the northern woods
Cloaking all light under its dim hood
All is silent except for the winds mellow croon
Echoing in the midwinter night
And when shadeof the swan reflects from ice
You will know that someone has died
And when the wind blows from the north
- Through Sinister Landscapes
He wanted to prove what fathers had foreseen
What had been from the ancient writings
Interpret was more than a myth
...More than a myth [x3]
Recklessly, filled with enthusiasm
He wandered ahead with stories and sages
From childhood echoing on his mind
Unconciosly guiding him
- Troll And Tom
Troll Sat Alone on His Seat of Stone,
And Munched And Mumbled A Bare Old Bone;
For Many A Year He Had Gnawed It Near,
For Meat Was Hard To Come By.
Done By! Gum By!
Up Came Tom With His Big Boots on.
Said He To Troll: "Pray, What Is yon?