Perpetual Blood

I wake up early, and something strange I see

The village is unsettled, the birds are silent

At the distance, a man speaks with our children

Your vest, a mantle

I cannot believe what I see, it's a Christian

Throwing his jaws at our children

I rush to grab my sharpest sword and follow to

Face down the plague

Perpetual blood

I shall raise your head with my sword

And praise to the gods

Your beliefs will never be uttered in these lands

Our culture will resist your commandments

Now, the birds are singing, the trees get

Back to dance with the

Nature sound, the balance returns to the

Village our children are running free

Because the Christian left the blood in my sword

Keep your heart pagan, and every time we

Hold up our swords

To protect us, our enemies succumb