Moonlight Wanderer - Bornholm

Under the spell of the moon

My eyes seek the truth

Tables of stones rise

Horns sounds among the woods

Thousand stars of opening nightsky

With flaming pride I walk the way

Thousand souls of gathering ravens

Waiting the god beyond the gates

Smell of rain comes from the hills

Black is the sky above the mount of graves

Thousand stars of opening nightsky

Lying to me about god and man

Thousand swords of awakening honor

Forcing my way, I shall remain

Abraham’s god does not command me

I don’t kneel before the cross

I’m shining bright on the cliffs of faith

Moonlight fills my night

Blazing monoliths of dying stars

As pagan emperors I rule

Sword of gold bearing my hand

I’m the wanderer of the moon