With power and might this storm wind blows,ntear down the christian monuments this night.nTake hold of our trembling enemies bodies,nfear the force of the pagan storm.nnSince 2000 years we hear these lies,nevery day and every night since the time of our infancy.nnAll these invented stories,nthe peoples mind poisoned by wrong promises.nA heart full of fear to suffer purgatory.nnWith power and might this storm wind blows,ntear down the christian monuments this night.nTake hold of our trembling enemies bodies,nfear the force of the pagan storm.nnBut time is coming,nand the first free thought is running trough your head.nBut deep in your heartnyou can feel something is wrong with this torynnIn ancient times this wind was bornngrows up again, to a storm.nWe ride on it's wingsnand fly through the nightntogether we stand and we fight.nnIn ancient times this wind was bornngrows up again, to a storm.nWe ride on it's wingsnand fly through the nightntogether we stand and we fight.