A Pagan Storm - Wolfchant

With power and Might this storm wind is blowing

Tear down the Christian monuments in this night

Take hold of our trembling Enemies bodies

Fear the force of this pagan storm

Since 2000 years

We hear these lies

Every day and every night

Since the time of our infancy

All these invented stories

The people’s mind

Poisoned by wrong

Promises A heart full of

Fear to suffer to suffer purgatory

With power and Might this storm wind is blowing

Tear down the Christian monuments in this night

Take hold of our trembling Enemies bodies

Fear the force of this pagan storm

But time is coming

And the first free thought

Is running trough your head

But deep in you heart

You can feel something

Is wrong with this story

In ancient times this wind was born

Grows up again, to a storm

We ride on its wings and fly through the night

Together we stand and we fight

With power and Might this storm wind is blowing

Tear down the Christian monuments in this night

Take hold of our trembling Enemies bodies

Fear the force of this pagan storm