Heathen Shores

North, mighty north majestic peaks and endless fjords
Heathen shores, forevermore we are the breath of the ancient lores
A cold breeze through the trees whisper songs from old centuries
Vast fields, flowing creeks our ancestry lies beneath.

Here among the hills where i have found my home
On these paths i have wandered and pondered many times alone
Where i've lost myself to the great vast unknown
Questions there are many answers are yet to be found
Here among the forests this is where i belong
Nature is my temple with the elements i am one
This is our legacy in our spirit and blood
History carved in stone long before the delusion of god.

Down on your knees icons of deceit
Old primitive ideas since long deceased
This is our creed ancient unbelief
What a great relief to live in the far far.

North, pagan north in all your splendour do come forth
Restore the days of yore their poisonous ways nevermore!
Holy cross into dust by our sinful desire and lust
Prophecies fantasies now all these myths are put to rest.

Here i stand on heathen land, as a fighting man
For the wisdom of this world
We leave behind what has poisoned mankind
There's no coming of the lord.

Timeless north, your roots so old, through the wintery cold
As spring shall bloom anew
Heathen shores, furthest away from god, and the martyrs' blood
In a world that is true.

Trees shall grow, just like our souls, as long before
The coming of the plague
Earth bestowes, from the seeds we sow, as we stand unbowed
To the tyrants of our age.

There is no god to rule us all grand delusions stand to fall
They have proved how they are wrong alternate truths into a thousand songs
And the innocent blood keeps flowing in his name.

Heathen shores nature's course looking back as we go forth
For believers the time has stopped for centuries their sight has been blocked
And here we stand upon an empty nameless grave.