Fuel
pile it higher
cowards soon to be slain
bring forth the torches
set off the fire
burn in heathen flames

hearts brimmed with pride
and flaming eyes
we stoke the fires
and burn their lies
for our spirits lost
and our brothers dead
well destroyed their bodies
and take their heads

brothers listen
four hundred voices screaming out their scorching pain
as we look on with glowing eyes
our anger manifest in the searing glowing flames
sparks soaring in the sky
a burning canvas of our undying hate
their lies will die upon our pikes
impaled ashen raptured reich, we strike

wreaths of smoke
fill the dale
remember our pagan tale
beautiful screams
fill the night
laughter flows in our eyes

from the husk
of their bloody ashes
bones for handles
gold teeth for our stashes
scorched faces peeled
will adorn our shields
which we'll proudly wield
till our land has healed

we strike
we burn
the pacifists
will learn
our strength
unstoppable
our hearts
unmerciful

under the smoke
of a hundred burning bodies
our hate will be quenched
on the ash of the enemy
see how they writhe
blood boiled in their veins
as we feed the flames
of our heathen reign