Lord Wind

Pagan Holocaust

Lord Wind


Our country was cold 
Our country has been always cold 
It was getting warmer 
When we were burning those who had come 
Carrying gold crosses around their necks 
With clamorous stories about their white god 
Our country was fierce 
Our country was fulfilled with cruelty 
That was riped to harvesting 
Like a gold come during the cloudy summertime 
But we had our own laws 
That were unfey the light 
In the darkness of times 
Given by the gods 
Who had lived in deep 
Dence forests with us 
Our land was our home 
Which splendid had faded 
Brother and sister had parished 
Spirits had hidden themselves in darkest shaws 
The days of bitter oblivion had come 
Long days of ruth and sadness 
And only wind and the moon 
And only trees and stones 
Remember those long winters 
And people among snow 
Of brave hearts 
And warm blood 
Their war doures 
Their women, brave and beatiful 
Their dreams 
They went away and they will never return...