Naer mataron

Ancestor-Worship

I enter the world of my forefathers

I initiate into the secrets of the forgotten Europa

I hear the clatter of the swords

I hear the voice of war

I live between them

I become an ancient hero of the battle



I hear the voice of Leonidas, standing in the Thermopylae

I attack in the east by the side of Alexander the great

In the war of Troy, in the greatest to fall, Achilles

In the frozen Northern seas

At the lands of Vikings

In the northern skies

In the Celtics, I descend back in time

In a Celtic winter, in a cold battle



Revitalization, my lungs are filled with Europa

Beyond the fog of history, I handle Mythology

The folklore, the ancient customs

The forgotten Gods of this locus

In Walhalla and in the Elysian fields




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