Calling From The Past

I’m flying up through eternity on
Wings of night, my heart is burning
And past is screaming
The moon is lightening spearhead
Of my power pagan fire surrounds

My soul, flowing through the mist
I reveal primal times
I hear my brothers distant shout
I can hear dull sound of war
I saw my fathers tears, pain, so now
I have my aim nostalgia suckles me

It’s time to fight, my enemies will die
Truth will shine for ever and
Hypocrisies servants will fall down
I’m hunting with a pack as my brother wolf
Their fear and pain are my appeasement
Causing fear got I blind, black night

Surrounds my thoughts born from
The truth, I’m flying, rising so high
So near, silver and grey mists
Are above my conscience fever, which burns
My soul is also killing my consciousness