From the Blackness of Aeons - Bornholm

Rise from the greatest kingdom,

Walk on the ancient path

That once kings walked and only

From the cleanest blood

Halls of an elder wisdom

Dark of the yawning graves

Prayers from eternal empires

Howling from the skies

Hail, kings, hail

Open the gates of wrath

Awaking hate

The chosen ones will drown in blood

Courageous warriors,

Glorious, mighty kings

Fall into the caves of sadness

With honour in heart

The fear crawls through the halls of wisdom

The pagan realm was left it’s crown

Bring the flag of hate, and remember

Forever mourn

Our body’ll be fed with your soul,

Our spirit will haunting your night

We’ll raise from the blackness of aeons,

We’ll show you the eternal light