Текст песни Pagan Reign - Во Тьму Веков

Raising his arms to the sky ,
I appeal to the forefathers ,
Spreading branches of spruce
And Brad to bygone summers .

Put to sleep centuries ,
Know Your Gods
Open edge darling
With a new , wondrous beauty .

And with a powerful , ancient power ,
Go away , into the dark ages,
Where lies the wisdom of the ancestors ,
And paganism lives ...