The tide is turning
The dark slides in
This is our time to move
Nail that fucker to his throne

Restrict their motion
Constrict their throats
Silence their words of doubt
Nail their bodies to the ground

Fire in eyes
The pagans rise
As old gods sing
And fill the skies

Crucified
The bastard flies
Back to the east
His crown denied

The Sunwheel rise again
The Sunwheel rise again