Goatmoon - What Once Was...

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Iron was stronger, sun was ablaze
Jewels of power, beauty of nature
Timeworn ways to infinite worlds
Hordes of the master observed the moon
Fading to mist upon thunderous dawn
On the field of skulls were last of the warriors
Ashes and smoke circled the unholy
Dreaming was over as the battle began
For a thousand years and a thousand lies
Heathens besieged by armies of the light
Lords of valour, of sorceries so regal
Died in the snow, beneath rustling pines
Silvery winds enshrouded the graves
Bones of the north covered by rivers of blood
Their power would slumber in dreams dark but true
Their memories woven in Thulean fire
For the throne to rise, for the goldhaired kings
As centuries passed, under Christian rule
For a thousand nights, the eyes in the lake
In silence and shadow, hiding dark secrets
Even darker the minds, behind those eyes
The eyes in the forest, pagan darkness incarnate
Memories so proud of life never seen
When birds of the autumn have all flown away
The time will come to commit first murder
To burn strange herbs of moonfire and lust
To pass beyond the portal of dusk
To build an empire worth dying for
Where Christians shall be nailed to the trees
Assembled to rot with the recrucified son
In a debauched orgy of flesh and destruction
Vomiting nails and blood, holy ones tortured
Entrails and bones will splatter the ground
When the house of god is a scorching pyre
When mighty axeblows shall smash the cross
When the birds shall scream for the final murder...