home Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Keep on turning to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland! Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland
Fordítás: Ancient Rites. Szülőhaza.
Hear me, ancient forefather (Ambiorix) Honoured be Thy deeds Leading our tribes against the aggressor Outnumbered, a campaign that could not be won (
The cause of the Templar's order Was beyond religion So brilliant their splendour So wealthy their order Channelling all esoteric knowledge Into one
I live to die How can my father turn to a God Who creates everything to die? I feel deceived, rejected... How can one pray? All so useless, senseless
Christian world I talk of not of mercy I talk not of fear The hopeless warriors of a Willing Doom Children of Italia In ancient times "Roma Caput Mundi
Noble Caesar, forgive me But I was the knife ending Thy ambition Yet I held Thy standard proudly As Thy legions burned the world Oh gorgeous Minoan
ancestors did) Season's change Season's change Traditional music containing the soul of a people On this cold winter night Again a circle completed and rituals more ancient
Hail to the Seducer [M:] Tired of obeying a God who rules like a tyrant [G:] You create your own kingdom [M:] Surrounded by creatures who pledge their
turn home Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Keep on turning to my Fatherland! Fatherland! Always turn to my Fatherland! Fatherland! I always turn to my Fatherland
