True Gods, they sleep
Locked in their mountain of dreams
They wait for the call: for the hunger
They must be freed
Drive out the Christian seed
Lay waste; bring the storm and the thunder
There must be change
Or this land will crumble and decay
I must redeem them; somehow I
Must free them
Return waht was lost once again
If I was King for a day
This land would burn in the mystical flames
Born through the fire
The Old Gods would reign
If I was King for a day
These words I speak
Let loose the dragon I seek
His breath will transform through the madness
Immersed, so deep
Secrets the centuries keep
In d**h are restored in the vastness
Until that day
We must take their sanctuary away
Cast out the pieces, the Christian weakness
And build on the pyre that remains
If I was King for a day
This land would burn in the mystical flames
Born through the fire
The Old Gods would reign
If I was King for a day