Night of Sacred Wisdom - Sargeist

Can you smell it in the air

Smoke is rising, fog of revenge

A wounded warrior is crawling back

An arrow in his chest

He is bleeding, death is near

Ravens watch him oh so close

Dying proud with honor in fight

Under creed of a heathen free man

Down his trail their houses are burning

Even children beheaded in hate

His heart is still with old gods

He knows the burning burial awaits

Tribe will mourn the passing of a kin

Soul by soul with thoughts to avenge

Sign of wolf branded in belief

Hail the victory and iron will

Times await their emended return

Though of old the weapons changed

Marching on still with pagan faith

And with intent to fulfill revenge

We are encouraged by blood

By the battle spirit

None can bring silence today

For tongue of vengeance speak