My descendants once stormed the seas Ashen hands held the heavens high Harsh were their spirits then The heirs of the windswept rye From the towering frozen mountain All the way down to the icy sea Dense were my forests dark I'm the great realm of splendid unbelief Those of crosses, stars and moons Onto my shores they swarmed and bled All of them failed their gods And to melt the frost of our kind Like the weak cry for strength and promise So shall the misguided lead Only a fool to believe And the wolves shall prey upon the blinded sheep Pagan souls unbreached Behold our brazen splendid fangs I am desire, the fabled snake The secret art From ages past A creed so unrelenting Wanderers along my path To the weary I am shade And To the lost I am another way Yet I am unforgiving Relentless defence against their reign of beliefs May it all be reviled We're still crossing the raging seas Yet science now holds the empyrean sphere Defiant for ages to come We remain the savage frontier Through the wisdom we are the heathen The iron willed, culled and free Traveling far and wide We're the emissaries of splendid unbelief May all the dimed eyes be unveiled