Call Of The Black Forest Lyrics - Graveland

No more reign of crosses 

with hanging corpses of god's son 

Enough damned bells 

of false asshole's temples 

I raise the ancient gods 

I summon the honest spirits 

I revive the ancient magic 

I draw the might from the moonshine 

I keep the holy fire 

All for the everlasting revange 

All for the honest masters 

Lords of the black forest 

Rulers of Night and Darkness 

Gods of the ancient (aryan) Europe 

Pagan winds of distant North 

The might of unholy Norvay's forest 

is in you 

Cold gloom and power 

True Evil and good 

Give us what are we waiting for the 

millenium 

And soon the Cromleches 

will be full of christian blood! 

We will kill in the moonshine 

We will become the killers, 

shadows of each christian 

Their temples will be covered by blood 

We will destroy their altars 

We will turs into ashes their graves 

For burned witches 

For lost beliefe and might 

For Pagan and Heretic's blood 

For trees and forest of killed Druids 

For our lost gods...