Blut Aus Nord
fathers of the icy ages
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Fathers, from your mighty world
Fathers, we saw your tears of gold
Messengers in the night, we saw your drawing in the sky
Wolves, we heard your song beyond the mountains
In the name of forests
In the name of stars
In the name of all the seas
In the name of storms
We praised the magical knowledge
We were on the waiting of blood and fire
With a sea of corpses in the valley
In memory of our tribe we were alive
Proud sons of ancient nation
Proud sons of sacred song in the wind
Proud sons behind a mirror of ice who told
Fathers of the icy age
In remembrance