Old times of pagan customs   Times of darkness   Belong now to the past   Times have come   Where idols can't stand   Within the once dark land   A white realm arises      Crusaders for the Mighty   Enter the land with storm   Now upon the proud mountains   A holy throne is built      The time has come   For Christ to hold sway   Because the evil empire is defeated   Now the good hordes   Invade the scenery   That belongs to The Mighty One      Throughout the land   Christ's love is spread   To build this- a holy realm   Never will this white realm fall   Like the evil did      Proudly I raise my voice to praise   The Almighty who won the fight   Who shed His blood