Black Fire - Wolfchant

Black fire is the force

The spirit and the curse

On those who want to take

Out strength away

The Soil under your feet

Is bloodred from their deeds

Yield now there’s better

Nothing in our way

And there We are

The keepers of the pagan rights

We salute to the god

The gods in Walhall

We’ve got the tunes

The spirits on our side

We send our rivals to Hel

Black Fire

Black Fire on their god

Black Fire

Black Fire on their church

Black Fire

Black Fire on their lords

Black Fire

Black Fire is their curse

Black Fire

And victory to us

And so out Chants

Will clang for everyone

Reverberate through

Grief and dolor

We sowed the black winds deep

Within your minds

And Now it’s you

To reap the storm

On the wings of an eagle

We fly throughout the night

Holding their fish in our claws

On the black winds of freedom

Against all false light

Exposing the light of their laws

Black Fire

Black Fire on their god

Black Fire

Black Fire on their church

Black Fire

Black Fire on their lords

Black Fire

Black Fire is their curse