Текст (слова) песни: Satarial - Do Not Baptize My Land

The time will come and the enemy wont leave this way.
So give your blood to drink to our Lands freedom.
Let me drink the wolves freedom,
The night wind, let me drink your heady ale.
Let the moonshine be split with fire on the celebration of The Dark Moon Godess.

Call me with the wing of the Crow,
With the Elves flowers,
With the wind of the Night!
Each one of us shall drink the cup of fate someday.

A flower grows where you spill the blood
And the fairy of spring shall plait it into your diadem.
And Ill be back with the wind of freedom
And Ill wipe your tears with my lips.

Where you spill the blood,
Where the sword sang,
Where Death danced with Fate,
There you should praise The Dark Moon Godess.

Dont baptize my land,
Dont baptize my land...
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Divine Race
Do Not Baptize My Land
In The Flame Of Sabbath (The Final Battle)
Satarial (The Ice Castle)
The Beloved Of The Night