Swordbearer - Bornholm

To earth I pray and sky

I rove through mountainsides

Blazing the torches fire

Shining and bright, it burns inside

The oak leaves whispered the truth

Lying god arrived

I summon the beast

Under the spell of the moon

Lying god

Murder sheperd from the land of lies

Whore of deserts

I deny

I hold my sword soaked in blood

I drive my hands to the golden halls

Burn fire, on the thrones of heaven

Oh, stakes of might

And you’ll have to pay

For the cross of lie