Wind of Paganland
The bells of war are ringing
The great queen
Black Annis
War screams, in Pagan hearts
Fresh blood of the occupants
The real art is this
Climb to the peak of the cranium mountain
Thus, you can see the farthest
You can feel the hate of Black Annis
Through her fatal passions
Look at eyes of the holy raven
See the cold flames
Feel the eternal hate of pagans
Bells are ringing
The gloomy bells of Paganland
Look at eyes of the holy raven
And see Black Annis
War screams, in Pagan hearts
Fresh blood of the occupants
The real art is this
Climb to the peak of the cranium mountain
See her crimson sword
The great queen, holy raven