Those That Crush The Roots Of Blood
In an age where pride has withered*
There stands our monument of faith
Preserved by time, not by touch
We remember the times of our golden age
Figures carved in Neolithic stone
Homage to the ones who died in fight
Burial mound of the fallen
Stone of the white horse
Birth of our true land
Those that crush the roots of blood
Seek to remove our old ways
Those that crush the roots of blood
Shall burn in flame as elder days
And in this new age of darkness
Our entire heritage has been defiled
To create a path for false gods and prophets
Destroying our identity!
The times are ahead when man finds lost wisdom
And those without diligence shall pay with their blood!