Naer Mataron - Ancestor-Worship Lyrics
I enter the world of my forefathersI initiate into the secrets of the forgotten EuropaI hear the clatter of the swordsI hear the voice of warI live between themI become an ancient hero of the battleI hear the voice of Leonidas, standing in the ThermopylaeI attack in the east by the side of Alexander the greatIn the war of Troy, in the greatest to fall, AchillesIn the frozen Northern seasAt the lands of VikingsIn the northern skiesIn the Celtics, I descend back in timeIn a Celtic winter, in a cold battleRevitalization, my lungs are filled with EuropaBeyond the fog of history, I handle MythologyThe folklore, the ancient customsThe forgotten Gods of this locusIn Walhalla and in the Elysian fields