A dark sourge in our medieval foretime
Brought us away from the divine equilibration
Avarice decadence and enforcement
Created a world in which I cannot trust any longer
It seems almost incredible that
The old ages are just forgotten
The sacrificial moors will hush forever
Where once nerthus was worshipped

When will you awake?
When will you awake?
Maybe it's to late!
When will you awake?
When will you awake?
Better late than never!

The eternal fire of the heathenish spirit
Can ignite the flame of truth and trust
My memories will endure this rush of lies
My memories are caught in frost

The church allegorizes the cross
As a symbol for the distress of jesus christ
But all I see is the affliction of thousands
Who were murdered with tears in my eyes

The church allegorizes the cross
As a symbol for freedom and happiness in life
But all I see are the sardonic grotesque faces
Which tell me nothing but lies

Memories in frost
Memories in frost
Memories in frost
Memories in frost

Today the christianity has strong roots in society
But I have the will no more to obey
He who cannot draw on 3000 years is living
Hand to mouth
Slaved by the system and nothing more
We try to rule about our natural environment
Before we recognize how to manage ourselves
I am the one you call heretic maniac
Because you exemplified your credence by law

The church allegorizes the cross
As a symbol for intellectual enlightenment
But all I see is the narrowness of your minds
Manipulated by a holy chant

The eternal fire of the heathenish spirit
Can ignite the flame of truth and trust
My memories will endure this rush of lies
My memories are caught in frost