The moon is gone tonight As we gather in the woods The creatures of frost appear And pacts are sealed with blood The fires still burnt In the cold morning breeze And our shields shone bright When the horns sang for war The enemy ran with fear While our hordes attacked Many brave men have died And snow covered their bodies But against us they can't prevail Blood enriched by soil To raise new warriors proud And to bring victories so great Then we would (finally) get rid of christians