As one with the land, my spirit awakens to natures call, enslaved for over a thousand years, I've returned to claim it all. False beliefs and poisoned minds, led by messiahs of the blind, convert or perish the choice they gave, bow to the church and become it's slave... it's slave... it's slave... it's slave!
The shrines were burned, traditions broken, a culture denied, down to every token. Branded as heathens, our past was forbidden, yet deep in the earth, our remnants were hidden.
Church and state condemning hate, while industrialism destroys our land, hypocrites when in the face of truth, they really don't give a damn, One thousand years of slavery ends, natural order reigns supreme, selection finally takes it's course, destroying their modern dream.
Before god, I was one with the land, I ran with the wolves in the glimmering moon, and they ate from my hands. Before god, I witnessed the birth of fire, burning so bright in the dead of night, I was it's sire... it's sire... it's sire... it's sire!
Disregard for nature so blatant today, the rivers are polluted, and the skies are gray A mighty revival can't come to soon, it's back to our roots, or our future is doomed.
Back to the land, rebirth of the pagan man!!! Back to the land, rebirth of the pagan man N!!! Back to the land, rebirth of the pagan man!!! Back to the land, rebirth of the pagan man!!!
Back to the land, rebirth of the pagan man!!!
Back to the land, rebirth of the pagan man!!!
Back to the land, rebirth of the pagan man!!!
Back to the land, rebirth of the pagan man!!!
