Still you refuse to abandon your bad ways
hate festers against you behind dark gates
Impending Hate
suppressed by your will it remains hidden as it grows
festering hate bound to return
pressure building over time we will not submit to your will
festering hate bound to erupt
Near is the time
Never will you triumph over us
our lives our own not yours
we will go to battle and win
and even if we loose we will still break you down
not bound by your believes we are pagans
not weakened by foreign religion we have our own
the pagan ways of the great continent of Europe
no modern enlightenment weakening minds of men
This battle we must win
you are not our master
your reign is over
be doomed invader of our peace
