Flaming Pride and Inexorable Defiance

Black become the suns beam in the days

That will come

It is harsh in the world

Whoredom rife

When my ancestors calling

To fight and die

I will paint with grimson gore

The caves of lies

With courage of the forefarthers

Flaming pride

Towards the golden halls of might

Be my guide

I greet the gods of heathen soul

The sons of day

I greet the night and her daugthers

Pagan's my pray

And when my soul flies higher

And I lay

Let thunder roar and lightning strikes

On that day