Blood must be washed off only with blood…
Pagan-folk Black Metal
Pagan Folk Black Metal
Lyrics
In northern sky I felt the breath of cold
Under the northern skies I prepare for the great fight
Under the northern skies, where all the sinners die
And where all the people cry…
In northern sky I felt the breath of cold
I heard the calling of the great gods to start the battle
Nothing shall save my enemies from their slow deaths
Blood must be washed off only with blood…
