To Honour the Moon (The Tale of the Dark Elves)
Pagan fire burns in our hart so strong.
Small was our clan, but strong our beliefs.
We honoured the nature wich we are made of.
We honoured the night that brought our instincts alive.
With a tragic feeling I think back to those ancient times.
When we honoured the moon.
Lost in the dark waste of a winter without end.
Never feared the night or forgotten the ancient tales.
Honour the moon.
Honour the moon.
Let every arrow be blessed by death.
Will be their last thoughts and doomed they shall be.
Never have we doubted or forgotten,
Our lord who shines so bright in darkness.
Two times you will rise before the night of salvation.
We take back what is rightfully ours.
Our land respect and freedom.
We shall be recognised as it should be, as it was meant to be.
Into battle to take back what is rightfully ours
No mercy for the weak, victory is in our hands.
All our tribes united.
All your heroes have fallen.
Slaughtered so called: innocant.
Crying out in pain.
Recognise us.
Recognise us.
Into battle to take back what is rightfully ours
No mercy for the weak, victory is in our hands.
Cover our attack, let us be one with the night, just a vague shadow followed by death.
Forced to be an outlaw driven into the woods.
Armed with the smell of freedom.
Lost in the dark waste of a winter without end.
Never feared the night or forgotten the ancient tales.
Honour the moon.
Honour the moon.