Murderers of christian faith
From the dawn of cross and stake
Forbidden by them it's all become
That makes life worth having one
The cult of riff
Priesthood in me!
The nordic wrath
My hidden hand!
Storming the gates, trapping us out
Knowledge through pain, compulsion of fate
Priesthood lost in vain
Still relied on again
In your private darkest hours
Hiding from the faceless crowds
Trinity of fearless ones
Hammer of the hidden sons
Wodan, wili and we
This sacred following
The cult of riff
Priesthood in me!
The nordic wrath
My hidden hand!
Shores, rivers, woods, all unified
Secret of the runes, revealed to their kind
Our God is walvater!
Lord of the runes
Lamentations of women
He hears from his woods
Our God is walvater!
Lord of the runes
His darkness, our bride
The way to the night