Pagan Pride - Soulgrind

Moments of purity, the feel of divine

As wind floats free

Goodness of darkness, light of fire

Mind stands still, loving through hate

Inside is the truth, life as it seems

But still we are as we’ve always been

From the heart, from the soul

Not polluted with the thoughts of greed

Pagan pride

The weak shall not rise

Last rites, dark and wise

Pagan pride

We as masters of North

Last and proud

We as masters of all

Silence is the music, inspiration

Before the storm so divine

Return of the ancient, second dawn

This moment, gone and yet to come

The filthy path of not understanding

To those under the lies

Suffering for the sake of the others

Our circle, is the truth is the mind

Chain me, lust and blood

With pagan pride

Let me, proud and loud

Be your god

Chain me, lust and blood

With pagan pride

Feel me, bleed me, sign me

We are the gods