Realm Under The Rising Moon – Atanatos

What do you feel in the blackness of night. The coat of darkness covers your damned soul. Fire – ready to fight.
Burning fields – moonlight.
Torchures – sparkling swords.
Black eyes – set the fire.
Smell in the air, ancient rites.
For the old gods, sacrifice your life.
Bloody ground, screaming bodies.
Under the sign of the sword.
Possessed – kill the christian rabble.
Fog will go down.
Riding to the gate of pagan kingdom.
With the strength of the dragon, noble people – pride warriors. The realm where the moon rises.
Thy lord will lead you.

Lyric Realm Under The Rising Moon – Atanatos