With power and might this storm wind blows,   tear down the christian monuments this night.   Take hold of our trembling enemies bodies,   fear the force of the pagan storm.      Since 2000 years we hear these lies,   every day and every night since the time of our infancy.      All these invented stories,   the peoples mind poisoned by wrong promises.   A heart full of fear to suffer purgatory.      With power and might this storm wind blows,   tear down the christian monuments this night.   Take hold of our trembling enemies bodies,   fear the force of the pagan storm.      But time is coming,   and the first free thought is running trough your head.   But deep in your heart   you can feel something is wrong with this tory      In ancient times this wind was born   grows up again, to a storm.   We ride on it's wings   and fly through the night   together we stand and we fight.      In ancient times this wind was born   grows up again, to a storm.   We ride on it's wings   and fly through the night   together we stand and we fight.