Heathen Rise-Wolfchant

　　　 Artist：wolfchant Songs Title：heathen rise In the misty darkness of my dreams I wander through the fields The fields of blood and agony Where so many had to yield Through all the ages Through all the struggle for life Against bondage, oppression For freedom and hope With the hopeless ideal to Survive This is a tribute To all the heathens who died Tortured, enslaves and burnt To death By the servants of religious lies Religious lies I hear their mouning in my head The pain and misery Betrayed and slaughtered They were damned To this place without relief And all the slain theu took at me Eith widley opened eyes Their faces are distorted masks Congealed in silent cries Do not believe Do not obey to their priests Who want to control you And spit on your roots To justify their bloody deeds This is a tribute To all the heathens who died Tortured, enslaves and burnt To death By the servants of religious lies May their spirit rise again To enlighten me And to bring back the lores Got lost in dark centuries May their ghosts rise again Just to frighten those Who dare to convert innocence By force And their spirit Spirit shall rise again Haunt them - to take revenge Cleanse the world And then rebuilt The mighty heathen throne Cleanse the world And then rebuilt May their spirit rise again To enlighten me And to bring back the lores Got lost in dark centuries May their ghosts rise again Just to frighten those Who dare to convert innocence By force Do not believe Do not obey to their priests Who want to control you And spit on your roots To justify their bloody deeds This is a tribute To all the heathens who died Tortured, enslaves and burnt To death By the servants of religious lies May their spirit rise again And to bring back the lores