My land Where the woods conceal the shadows of the night Where the winds sow with snow the high mountains And furious sea breaks against abrupt shelving As the storm whip the reared sky Pagan westland arise again, in hate Gods of war descend to earth From your eternal kingdom of Fury March brave sons of the celtic nations Pagan westland arise again with glory and pride We fight for our lands. For our traditions Pagan westland arise again Over the valleys spund old battle hymns My land Where the trees entwine themselves on endless labyrinths Where the sharp winds caress meadows and hills And the wolves bark at the moon On gelid winter night As the woods dream with fables suspended on time