I wake up early, and something strange I see
The village is unsettled, the birds are silent
At the distance, a man speaks with our children
Your vest, a mantle
I cannot believe what I see, it's a Christian
Throwing his jaws at our children
I rush to grab my sharpest sword and follow to
Face down the plague
Perpetual blood
I shall raise your head with my sword
And praise to the gods
Your beliefs will never be uttered in these lands
Our culture will resist your commandments
Now, the birds are singing, the trees get
Back to dance with the
Nature sound, the balance returns to the
Village our children are running free
Because the Christian left the blood in my sword
Keep your heart pagan, and every time we
Hold up our swords
To protect us, our enemies succumb
