Pagan Hate - Cruachan

Fire — Burning — cleaning the lie

The light is burning bright

Pain — Suffer — prepare to die

Behold our unholy fight

Hallowed be our name tonight

As we cleanse the Christian church

Purification will be bestowed

By our hands not by words

Sound the horns of Pagan triumph

And sweep away this fictional rectitude

Burn the church to the ground

Let our Pagan hate exude

And let the world see the true nature

Of the myth that created humanity

This divinity mired in impurity

A creation of man’s own vanity

So burn the ground I say

All Conquering force of evil

Let your irreverence wash away

To the sound of Pagan upheaval