Before the white christ

The stars were alight with a multitude of colours
In the deep blue sky dominated by the milky way
Our swords glimmered under the light of the moon
That shone unto us like the gods now forgotten

Before the white christ we were proud and stern
Before the false despicable slave mentality
Under the stars we rode, under the stars we fought
For the beliefs of our fathers, for ourselves

The stars are alight with the strength of our gods
The majestic bear, and the elk ship of our death
Can you harken to the song of the old pagan world
In the deepest woods where the spirits weep

Will your children live in the darkness of belief
When the gods themselves live in the land you tread?
Will your children die for the lies of white christ
When the gods sleep in the soil where our fathers rest?